If you’re trying to change someone you love, you don’t love them. It’s the oddnesses, the most unique imperfections that you’d miss the most. That’s the stuff you can’t replace. Everything else is easy to come by.
Finding love is like making creme brulee. It may take a few tries before you get it right.
I guess I just grew up thinking that when we become adults, we get to do what we love. For work, for fun, forever. I don’t know where I got that from. Seems silly now.
Don’t cry about it. Write about it.
I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven’t been able to do it alone, that’s defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I’m here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions change? Will I lose hope either way? My madness is what makes me. It’s my most unique beauty.
Of all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.
At the end of the day, we’re all striving to be touched, somehow.
Madeleine Albright says, “There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.” I wonder what happens to women who bully other women.
And then she realized that after that Christmas party, she didn’t really lose anything, except respect for everyone.
Was I on something? Yes, love. The strongest drug there is.
What good is it if they miss your face but not your mind?
He said he loved more than any other women he’s ever loved and I had a black eye to prove it.
He’s unconventionally attractive and yet coincidentally everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everyday’s a honeymoon. Cuz darling, I love you to the moon.
You might never comprehend my madness. But it stands behind my undying love for you. You’re the object of my everything. I’m sorry I’ve been stupid lately.
Butterflies. Everyday.
You either learn to play hard ball or you become the ball.
How do I like to spend my day off? I like to hit up the juice bar, the bookstore, tan, and then flirt with the pharmacy tech at Walmart.
It’s hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after we’ve ended a good fight.
As we get older, it matters less where you are and more who you’re with.