You’re a siren who doesn’t need to sing.
Take romance for instance. Fictional women in romance novels never get their period. They never have morning breath. They orgasm seventeen times a day. And they never seem to have jobs with bosses.
My heart keeps finding new ways to love you.
That’s right. You seize that woman, Cletus. You make her yours. And then after,” still grinning, Duane dropped his hand on my shoulder and gave me a little shake, “you give that woman your sausage.
Is a chameleon a coward because it can change its color? No. It’s evolved and awesome. I like to think of myself in a similar fashion.
I like you because you are Kaitlyn – genuine, beautiful, brilliant, amazing Kaitlyn – not because you’re Kaitlyn Parker. And I’m in love with you because I can’t help myself.
I will die happy here, today, in this spot,” she sighed. “In your puddle of lust.” “Leave my puddle of lust alone. Get your own puddle.
I would not always be joy, nor would I want inert contentment. Sorrow and struggle bring gravity to the soul and to the mind, a gravity that cannot be achieved through mere happiness. We are most awake to the world and to our own longings and desires when we suffer.
Because if it’s possible to have a partner who gives all of themselves without reservation, who looks forward to working and sacrificing for me just as I look forward to doing the same for her, who can’t help but love ferociously, brutally, and unconditionally – and even perhaps without reason or sound judgment – that’s what I want. Because that’s how I plan to love in return.
People were, essentially, the secrets they kept.
It’s seductive, to live in a virtual space, especially when the real world isn’t what you want it to be.
If you know who you are, rejection matters very little. It says more about the small-mindedness of the person who is doing the rejecting than it does about you.
There is a stillness that accompanies the death of a loved one. Everything becomes quieter, but it’s not just sound that is dimmed. Movement, action, perception, emotion – everything is distant and removed.
I think men will always be arrested on some level by the idea of owning their spouse, of completely possessing the woman they love, of having her unquestioning trust and obedience and admiration. But most importantly, of actually being a man that deserves it all. And I think women – though they are loathe to admit it – fundamentally want to be possessed.
You want to know what you are to me? Fine. You’re my beginning, middle, and end.
You can’t just go around giving people cars. You’re not Oprah.
Life is a struggle for relevancy.
Love, I decided, is being a sidekick.
Nothing was worse than a handsome guy who became an ignorant toad when he spoke.
Just because you don’t feel calm, doesn’t mean you can’t be calm.