" We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations. "
-Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via hellanne)
I just want small jobs, enough money to get me from state to state, town to town… I don’t want a career I want to travel why can’t that be possible 😩