I am hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
It’s ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.
I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
I’m not interested in making what’s easy. I’m interested in making what’s beautiful.
I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that’s when it hits me that this – this – is falling in love.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?
What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.
My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
If I had a euro for every stupid thing I’ve done, I could buy the Mona Lisa.
The first thing I notice is his hair – it’s the first thing I notice about anyone. It’s dark brown and messy and somehow both long and short at the same time. I think of the Beatles, since I’ve just seen them in Meredith’s room. It’s artist’s hair. Musician hair. I-pretend-I-don’t-care-but-I-really-do hair.
Here’s the thing about Cricket Bell. You can’t NOT notice him when he walks into a room. The first thing that registers is his height, but it’s quickly followed by recognition of his energy. He moves gracefully like his sister, but with an enthusiasm he can’t quite control- the constantly moving body, hands, feet. He’s been subdued the last few times I’ve seen him, but he’s fully revived now.
Would you rather be great at something you like, or just okay at something you love?
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
Shame leads to secrets, and secrets lead to lies, and lies ruin everything.
Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents. Maybe our relationship didn’t happen quickly because we’re perfect for each other, but because we each got swept away by it – him because of this insatiable need, me because of my pre-existing crush. Did those three years of longing cloud my perception of reality? How well do I really know him? Since I’ve last seen him in person, I’ve been faced with several incarnations that I didn’t even know existed.
People are confusing. They say one thing and mean the other.
Everyone is worthy of love.” – Hattie.
Why doesn’t he have the same effect on them that he has on me? Don’t they see him?