Jaime. 20-something. Los Angeles. Film school grad. Film > digital. Fangirl. TV addict. Music junkie. Gig enthusiast. Photography dabbler. Infrequent writer. Lazy reader. Tea drinker. Coffee believer. Wanderlust sufferer. Anglophile. Card carrying Native American. Left leaning. Tree hugger. Empty moleskin hoarder. Pen collector. Fan of copious amounts of confetti. Generally one of those people who has too many interests for her own good.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. —Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)