I’d never been turned on by the Ken doll – even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
I’d turn and run but I’m anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.
The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.
Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.
Fear and doubt are major stampeders.
He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It’s big and holds easy but sure. It’s the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I’ll let you go if you feel like running for a while.
Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.
It’s a sponge and I’m a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don’t just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I’m part of a wall.
They loved so intensely that moments of their life have been etched into the very fabric of the mansion. Some say the king designed it that way, so if one day he lost her he could come live with her residue.
You might be able to thrash your way out of a spiderweb, but thrashing in quicksand doesn’t work. The harder you fight, the more ground you lose. Struggling merely expedites your inevitable defeat.
Friends don’t build cages for each other.
I figure if there is a God, he or she isn’t paying attention to what we build or if we follow some elaborate rules, but copping a ride on our shoulders, watching what we do ever day. Seeing if we took this great big adventure called life and did something interesting with it.
This isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I would have chosen. You must know that. It’s important you know that.
I’m his locomotive and he’s my shield.
Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.
I’ll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You’re a train wreck on steroids.
You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.
There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.
There aren’t many sins in my bible. Giving up is the greatest one of all.