I hated depending on other people. There was too much of a chance for them to let me down.
You can decorate absence however you want- but your still gonna feel what’s missing.
Sometimes, when you get something new, you trick yourself into believing it has the power to change absolutely everything about you.
I let myself have feelings for you despite not knowing how this would end.
This is your reminder to wear your heart on your sleeve more often.
It’s ridiculous, how people judge talent. Or, rather, don’t judge. They just default to what everyone else thinks.
It’s embarrassing, how much effort it took for me to wear something that looks exactly like a blank piece of paper.
It only took one mistake, one stupid decision.
Forcing girls to be ashamed for doing the things that come natural to them – it’s a ridiculous double standard, and we should all, frankly, tell anyone who judges us to screw off.
It’s as if our girls don’t understand that they can be recognized for other things – their goals, their brains. Not just their bodies.
Bridget is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Two sides of herself, always arguing. She is tired of the fight, the constant struggle between a muddied version of good and evil, where right feels wrong and wrong feels really good.
It was just my reality, to never have a boy be interested in me romantically for more than one random moment. Like a TV show you don’t like but you end up watching anyway, because there’s nothing else on.
Look for green lights, not stop signs.
Please don’t, she shouts inside herself. Please don’t say anything about the list.
Autumn said to me, “You see, the best thing about wrong decisions is that they don’t prevent you from making the right decisions later on. It’s harder, but it’s impossible.
She pushes all the pain out of her arms, kicks the hurt free from.
And pretty on the outside is what really counts. Pretty on the outside is what everyone sees. One.
The list is so powerful, its judgment so absolute, and yet no one wants to deal with it in black Sharpie on her face.
It can reduce an entire female population down to three clear-cut groups. Prettiest. Ugliest. And everyone else.
That was the worst part of all, really: knowing better, but doing it anyway, no matter how deeply it went against the kind of person I was.