meredith . seventeen . east coast . dreamer .

⋅ » we do not age by years, but by stories and sunsets and the scars left on our hearts
we age by wisdom, compassion, and the passageways forged by our hungry minds
we age as the stardust in our bones grows restless and yearns for the midnight sky ⋅⊲
"   and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’   "
nayyirah waheed
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"   These things float around in my head
Like a boat that cuts its motor
In the middle of a lake,
Where under a full moon and no wind
The singing of the crickets far away
Goes up and up like a curtain of beads.
Doesn’t it make you shiver?
There’s a fearlessness I envy
In the simple soft wavering dark.   "
Alicia Ostriker, closing lines to “Ohio Evening,” New Letters (vol. 70, no. 2, 2004)
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