You always know it’s time for school again in western Washington by the weather change. Rain, beautiful, miraculous rain, my friends. 

Baby: S-s-s-s

Parents: Sis??? Sister???

Baby: September first, 1989. Dear diary, I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think there's good in everyone. But here we are, first day of senior year! And, uh, I look around at these kids I've known all my life, and I ask myself, "What happened?"

"He appears, and he disappears, like a sunrise, or a sunset, or anything so ephemeral. Just like our life, we appear, and we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through."
- Before Midnight (2013)

(Source:, via introspectivepoet)