"Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence."
Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know For Sure
When a writer loves,
She loves like
How she writes
Her first book
She values every detail of you,
Of the moments shared by you two
She values it like how she does
With the characters of her literary craft
She can summarize you into a word,
Or write a library of pages about you
But still thinks that the words of both
Are nothing but understatements
She might be the next best seller
She knows that
If you are the topic—
She would always be the girl
Who pours her heart
On the pages of her cheap notepad every dead of the night
When a writer loves,
She loves like how she wrote her first book
If a writer loves you,
She’d love you with all your typos.
Belonging to someone is a very specific type
of gorgeous madness. At times, I am still
the crazed woman I was once. I still crave.
I have to fight the desire to want to be
everything to you. All I want is for lovely
parts of you to blossom
in the palm of my hand.
"She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together."
"I want to stick my hand inside of your chest & squeeze until I feel your heart respond."
"I want you to be happy.
Stop painting your nails in the brightest shade of “fuck you for taking him from me”.
Study planetary orbits, and realize that everything is perfectly unaligned, spinning uncontrollably through chaos while still remaining in balance.
Count the cracks you skip over on the sidewalks.
Superstition or chance, they are mile markers.
Exfoliate your skin with mint and fresh lemon. I promise you’ll feel better when you can’t feel him against your cheekbones anymore.
Forgive yourself for falling so hard.
Remind yourself you’re still standing.
Don’t force those memories. Find solace in acceptance and a boy with shaggy hair and a crooked smile.
Read this and know it wasn’t out of spite.
It was a mutual skipping of cracks, a hello that hasn’t ended, a mile marker
for the both of us."
to the girl who used to love you.
#let yourself be happy
Had a wonderful night. Somehow he always finds a way to make me happy. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I hope I keep it up. I love him, God, I love him.
"So, tap me out and tap me into you
Heal my brain and my body too
Balance my chemistry hydrate these cells
Cause the body talks and the meditation helps"
"A woman isn’t a measuring cup. She does not and will not, put a fence on her capabilities. No woman should. All women are like the ocean, you think you know every facet of who she is. But that’s just the shallow part of her being. The deeper you verge into her, the more lost you’ll be in her capture."
"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
"The things we really do want to hear:
- that’s okay if you can’t finish your meal. You tried.
- I’ll lay in bed with you all day if that’s what you need.
- if you don’t feel comfortable wearing it, then don’t but i think you look beautiful.
- you don’t have to talk about it now
- how can i help you through this?
- don’t be afraid to cry
- i know it hurts
- try to breathe
- do you need me to come over?"