because i am enough. my heart is enough. the stories and the sentences twisting around my mind are enough. i am fizzing and frothing and buzzing and exploding. i’m bubbling over and burning up. my early-morning walks and my late-night baths are enough. my loud laugh at the pub is enough. my piercing whistle, my singing in the shower, my double-jointed toes are enough. i am a just-pulled pint with a good, frothy head on it. i am my own universep; a galaxy; a solar system. i am the warm-up act, the main event, and the backing singers. and if this is it, if this is all there is- just me and the trees and the sky and the seas- i know now that that's enough.
—everything i know about love, dolly alderton
she knows where to find everything in me and i know where all her stuff is too. she is, in short, my best friend.
—everything i know about love, dolly alderton
you are realizing the mundanity of life. you are moving out of the realm of fantasy of “when i grow up" and adjusting to the reality that you’re there; it's happening, and it’s not what you thought it’d be.
—everything i know about love, dolly alderton
“you’re too hard on yourself,” she said. “you can do long-term love. you’ve done it better than anyone i know.”
“how? my longest relationship was two years and that was over when i was twenty-four.”
“i’m talking about you and me,” she said.
—everything i know about love, dolly alderton
(have i been walking in circles again?)
—journey to the interior, margaret atwood