You cannot protect your children and shield them from the outside world forever; especially not when they are about to go off on their own in a little more than two months.
If you do not let them go, gradually, how will they ever be prepared for what awaits them?
Some things you cannot teach them. Some things you are not meant to teach them or shield them from; those are the things that they themselves must learn through personal experience.
I used to like them, but now I just think enclosed spaces are awful and I just hate them.
Either you shut yourself off from the world or the world shuts you out.
sometimes I wonder if—
the burning of the nape of my neck
the flushing crimson of my cheeks
and the searing sensation in my stomach
—is simply some misplaced feeling.
If I can’t answer
why are you ashamed of yourself?
or
why do you blame yourself for this?
because I don’t know the answer,
what, then?
There is such a thin, nebulously-drawn line between my “work” and my “personal” life. It’s all very hazy when I try to differentiate the two sometimes, since they’re so closely related for me. The people I love are the people I work with, the things I love are the things I work for, and so forth.
This kind of lifestyle is designed to include both extremities—terrific catastrophe and euphoric happiness—and sure enough, I walk the fine line between the two—precariously, of course.
I hope there will be a day when I can spend money on my family and friends and not feel the lightness of my wallet.
La Reina de los Condenados, Anne Rice
(via angelinicolle)
