Babies aren’t born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.
The worst liars are the ones everyone thinks would never ever tell a lie.
If you acquaint yourself with yourself, you don’t always like the person you find inside.
How many kinds of weirdos are there?” She doesn’t laugh. Lots. And the worst are the ones you don’t suspect. They’re the ones you invite inside your front door.
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open?
I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.
You can’t trust a man, any man.
Be true to who you are – no matter who are you.
Long trip, long day, no thanks, I’ll stay. Okay.
Here we are. Home sweet home. What’s mine is yours.
Another day, a different hour, take a left and not a right, you’d wind up a whole different being. Knowing if that would be better requires a realm of experience only decades can build.
Losing Grandma, just when I’d found her again. A waterfall of flowers brightened her funeral, but they couldn’t disguise the stench of death.
As long as I could forever stay his little princess.
Anger is easier than forgiveness.
I don’t need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?
Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can’t be afraid of it, and you can’t worry that you’ll mess things up. You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.
Only by confronting your demons can you ever hope to conquer them.
Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.