Anna@YWP

There is nothing like the floating feeling of trying to do pilates in socks and listening to Cigarettes After Sex as your knees scrape against the carpeted floor and the almost-black almost-night clings to the windows. 

Somewhere far away, just far enough away that you won’t find it, there is a highway that goes on forever.  Driving down that highway at 75 miles an hour, is a car that will never run out of gas.

If kindness requires true intelligence, and intelligence is necessary for progress, striving for kindness would make progress inevitable.

as I stumble out of the truck, I look up

and I start thinking 

and I just can’t stop

as I gaze into the Milky Way

I can’t help but notice 

Can I-

intrude into your fantasy?

Can I tell you a shocking truth?

Can I become everything you hate

so that I can love myself?

Can I dream of a job with impactful meaning