Jealousy doesn’t have an expiration date, apparently.
A writer should never have the audacity to write abut themselves unless they are willing to separate every layer of protection between the authors soul and their books.
There are moments when I forget that Willow isn’t Layla while she’s using her body. I can’t react with her how I would react with Layla. But it’s instinctual for me to just want to grab her hand, or kiss her. But then I remember she’s not the girl I’m in love with, and it’s confusing.
I run my hand over her back for a while, and then I stroke my fingers through her hair, wondering how in the world she can make me feel so whole when I had no idea I was only half of myself without her.
Are parents ever really happy with their children? Will they ever be good enough?” He shakes his head. “My children wouldn’t be. Not many people have the drive I do, so I’d only be setting them up for failure. That’s why I’ll never have any.” “I actually think that’s respectable, Ryle. A lot of people refuse to admit they might be too selfish to have children.
But I didn’t die. Because he let go and here I am. Still living. Still breathing. Just barely.
You were somewhere else, floating around in the dark, and I was determined to join you because what was the point? You were my whole point.
When I’m painting, I create a story in my head of what inspired the confession and who it came from. But when I find out that the image I had while painting doesn’t fit the actual image standing in front of me, it somehow invalidates the art for me...
I feel like all it takes is one weak, insecure moment in the presence of your ex to convince yourself you made the wrong decision.
If you truly believe that I would have been unfaithful to you, then go ahead and believe that. I don’t have the energy to keep convincing you otherwise. I’ve explained this to you before, so I’m not saying it again. I never would have left you for Atlas. I didn’t leave you for Atlas. I left you because I deserve to be treated better than the way I was treated by you.
I was just working through some thoughts out loud.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.” –Desiderata by Max Ehrmann.
I just stop fighting for myself because I need someone else to do it for me.
We’re very fertile women. Be careful.
Maybe if I acknowledge all the good things, no matter how small, they’ll add up to make the bad thing in my life less painful.
But when a person finds someone who makes all the negativity in their lives disappear, it’s hard not to feed off that person. I fed off Jeremy in order to keep my soul alive. It was starving and shriveled before I met him, but being in his presence nourished me. Sometimes I felt if I didn’t have him, I couldn’t function.
My father used to tell me that no life decision is permanent other than a tattoo.
The definition of our relationship was unspoken. It was organic. We were in love and that’s all that mattered.
I just wish our fall and winter fit as well as our summer.
You’re really beautiful when you’re happy.