After all, the brightest object in earth’s night sky was usually our little moon. Whereas the majority of the dim, twinkling lights in the distance, the ones we barely noticed, were not only stars but something altogether more awe-inspiring once you took the time to investigate. To know.
But together and with each other, we didn’t need to be our labels. We were free to just be ourselves.
So, this is what it feels like to be wrecked.
I look at her, I see her heart and her warts in equal measure.
Okay, that makes sense. But just so you know, I have no warts. I am an ethereal goddess of perfection.
When you’re certain, when it’s the heart and mind you’re after, then you lay it all out. But if it’s empty, just physical, then there’s nothing to say.
Between people who love each other, there is no debt, only surplus.
Sometimes I applied mascara before crying just to heighten the experience.
There is just something about women who spend hours and hours knitting a sweater with mind-blowingly expensive yarn, when they could just buy a sweater for a fraction of the price – not to mention the time saved doing so – that lends itself to acceptance and patience for the human condition.
Please let me hold the tools for you while you work on your refrigerator.
He’d chosen his muffin, now he had to live with that choice. And whether or not she ultimately wanted his sausage was his problem.
Roosters need a purpose. If you don’t give a rooster a purpose, they make trouble.
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.” – Albert Einstein.
I’d reverted to my childhood default; in Tennessee, I was an overly sensitive loner.
I wondered what it would be like to be perfect, or at least seen that way by the outside world. It seemed to me that perfect – the word and all its connotations – might feel a bit like a cage, a defined floor and ceiling. “Tell.
At a certain point, it’s better to go as you are than to wait until you’re who you want to be.
Humans are at their worst when they’re in the role of spectator. We eagerly watch as others receive comeuppance, yet we reject simple truths about ourselves even when the truths are gently administered.
You can be supportive of Beau, hold the tools for him while he works on his refrigerator, remind him to take a break, show interest in his struggles. You can do things, gestures of kindness that show him he’s appreciated, that you care about him. But no one can fix Beau’s refrigerator except Beau.
I would want forever with you.
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” – Socrates.