
I’m inappropriate, I always say the wrong thing. I just wish… wish that life was different.
It is the morning after. They are sitting together on a mountainside, Emma in 501s cinched at the waist and black Converse All-Stars, Dexter a little way off in the white shirt and black suit that he had worn the day before.
“Let‘s not say anything. Let‘s just smile, look natural. Look young and full of high ideals and hope or something. Ready?”

“You stood by my side all these years while I reaped the benefits of destruction. Now that I’m trying to protect the people I’ve put in harm’s way, you’re going to walk out?”
“You’re going to kill yourself, Tonya. I’m not going to be a part of it.”
Phylicia Rashad’s Letter to 21-Year Old Self:
Dear Phylicia,
Romantic involvement distracts you and can blind you to what’s really in front of you. And what really is in front of you? You are. You don’t even know yourself yet. You think you know and you want to assert that you do, now that you’re a certain age, but you don’t. What’s in front of you is a whole world of experiences beyond your imagination. Put yourself, and your growth and development, first. There are long-term repercussions to what you’re doing now. Everything you do, every thought you have, every word you say creates a memory that you will hold in your body. It’s imprinted on you and affects you in subtle ways—ways you are not always aware of. With that in mind, be very conscious and selective.
With high hopes for you,
Phylicia
She’s just so amazing.
Read this & heard her voice :)