I wanted to be his life preserver the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead he became my anchor. And Im tired of drowning.

I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand and NO onto my right palm what can I say it hasnt made my life wonderful its made life possible when I rub my hands against each other in the middle of winter I am warming myself with the friction of YES and NO when I clap my hands I am showing my appreciation through the uniting and parting of YES and NO I signify book by peeling open my hands every book for me is the balance of YES and NO even this one my last one especially this one. Does it break my heart of course every moment of every day into more pieces than my heart was made of I never thought of myself as quiet much less silent I never thought about things at all everything changed the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasnt the world it wasnt the bombs and burning buildings it was me my thinking the cancer of never letting go is ignorance bliss I dont know but its so painful to think and tell me what did thinking ever do for me to what great place did thinking ever bring me I think and think and think Ive thought myself out of happiness one million times but never once into it.

Never never never. I am never going to forget you.

To be rejected by someone doesnt mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesnt mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment and it only hurt so much because to you that persons opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world of God.

If you love me as you say you do she whispered make it so that I am at peace.

You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them Well they dont stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people grow up sooner many grow up later. Some never really do. But just remember that some people in this world are older versions of those same kids we cry for.

If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically every episode with its climax would require a three-dimensional or rather no model every experience is unrepeatable. What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open different from measurable time and space.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over pinning you underneath. At night the ice weasels come.

Hate is... Its too easy. Love. Love takes courage.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health. - City of Bones said by Jace Wayland