Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.
The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
We’re comfortable with women in certain roles but not comfortable with women expressing anger or fully accepting their power. The most daring question a woman can ask is, ‘What do I want?’
There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them – mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.
I’ve had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.
She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl’s lips.
What kind of person doesn’t let you have gummi bears?
I had a friend who said, “You don’t have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist.”
It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.
When you looked up to the sky and cried ‘Why?’ sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.
You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That’s a step too far.
Because ‘You’re perfect just the way you are,’ is what your guidance counselor says. And she’s an alcoholic.
I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?
The hand you hold the longest is your own.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
No one can live in the light all the time.
If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.