from that spring i was 24.
i've been thinking a lot lately about what life, specifically life at 24, looks like for me:
how i fill my days, the dreams i dream, the wishes i make, those silly, small moments
that make life so sweet, what i'll remember about it all when i'm a little more grown
up, a little more seasoned, maybe in a different place entirely. and then a friend sent
this my way and, well, it pretty much sums things up.
“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water,
a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”
- Starra Neely Blade