when God puts me in strange and terrifying situations, I see myself as a cat going to the vet. it’s good for me somehow, I say, or else someone who loves me wouldn’t have taken me there
the figs will rot if you don’t eat them. the jasmine blooms for three weeks and then it’s over. your body at twenty-five will never come back, and neither will your body at forty-five. everything you’re saving for later spoils in the waiting. 1/6