It’s here. Can’t catch my breath. Can’t turn it off. The balloon in my stomach pops, but a new one is inflated immediately. Then again. Pop, inflate, pop, inflate. My vision is blurry, and my shoulders are limp. But all I notice is my breathing.

Don’t be afraid to come to terms with the fact that being lost is the most unequivocally human sensation we can experience.

It all felt like home. Somehow. I've never seen a beach so blue, buildings so bright, food so extraordinary. Yet, every bite, every rooftop, every salty drop of water on my skin felt like I'd experienced it a million times

We've constructed a scale; it's how we measure one's right-ness. And, of course, being in a male-dominated society for...ever, it's not so hard to understand how masculinity has become synonymous with the desirable options like leadership and strength, while femininity is stuck with passivity and gentleness.

I think I'm in love with it--positivity, that is. It's so... happy. Contagious, even.