We are creatures of remarkable moodiness and mental turbulence, and what we think we believe at any given moment — those capital-T Truths we arrive at about ourselves and the world — can be profoundly different from our beliefs a decade, a year, and sometimes even a day later.

This, perhaps, is the greatest gift of the diary — its capacity to stand as a living monument to our own fluidity, a reminder that our present selves are chronically unreliable predictors of our future values and that we change unrecognizably over the course of our lives.

—  Famous writers – including Virginia Woolf, Henry David Thoreau, Susan Sontag, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Sylvia Plath, and Oscar Wilde – on the creative benefits of keeping a diary
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anaïs Nin

[I’d add to that, it also dies because we expect love to always be this soaring emotion that we feel on a regular basis. We want love to be something it’s not. We want love to take action when in fact love only exists because we make it happen. Love is a verb, not an emotion. It takes effort, our effort. Love is not easy, it takes work.]

August 13, 2014

High hopes and racing hearts.

Visual diary above by Caitlin H. Plus written entries from:


I want a blunt and interesting presence. Read More »


Life in Damascus and life in Ghouta, my hometown, are as different as heaven and hell. Read More »


Tomorrow night, I’ll lace up my cleats and step onto the field for the first time. Read More »


The outside world just feels like too much to handle sometimes. Read More »