The things I’m most afraid of are the person I was growing up and, consequently, the person I will grow old to be.
White Sands National Monument, 1964. White Sands still looks exactly like this, even down to the Jetsons-looking sun shelter. via Fifty Photographs
NM LOVE FOREVER
When I was younger, why did I always expect more love than I was given? Why was whatever I had never good enough? Was it a reflection of my selfish character or just my constant desire to move forward in any direction? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to honestly answer this question myself.
"Do you ever feel that way?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."