What do you call it when two people have intense shared history? when nothing can separate them? Soul Sisters.
You’ll get through this. And I know it’s impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.
But you can’t get to the place you most want to be without taking a chance.
I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.
Following your heart means allowing the possibility of finding true love to be stronger than the fear of rejection.
There should be some kind of radar that lets you know when your soul mate is nearby.
Because my life isn’t going to wait around while I figure out how to make it work.
Love is never guaranteed. Love is a risk we take because we hope it will make us happy.
We’re products of our choices.
If I’d stopped believing that my life would eventually get better, I don’t think I would have survived high school.
You can’t violate someone’s trust and expect there to be no consequences.
I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.
When your heart is shattered into a million pieces, all you can do is try to keep holding on. You breathe. You try to fall asleep. You try to not think about him.
When I’m a teacher, I won’t be using red pens to grade papers. Red pens will forever be associated with criticism and bad grades in my mind. I don’t want this person to get their short story back with harsh red pen marks all over it. Purple is much friendlier.
Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it’s over. There is no safe. There is no control.
Happiness is not limited. There’s enough for everyone.
How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?
But life’s never easy when you need it to be.
It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.
How can someone who means so much to a person mean nothing the next day?