Girl learn to be small. To be thinner, quieter, sexless but sexy, willing and more apologetic.
Because we try to compress people into the dreams we have for them, and that’s the way we break them if they love us enough to let us do so.
What your parents didn’t give you.
Intelligence is not measured by exams, creativity not by output, desire not by action and honesty not by circumstance.
But there is no swift motion of starting in darkness and moving toward the light indefinitely. There’s a lot of in and out. There’s a lot of grey area. There are days you’re so far back you can’t believe you let yourself get there and then there are days you forget you were ever miserable to begin with.
You don’t have to tell people you date that you come as a package deal. They know. And if they don’t, they will when they’re laying next to you the next morning while you’re on the phone with said best friend telling them everything that happened last night.
I don’t think love is always a huge, cataclysmal emotional event. I think sometimes it sits in front of you for a very long time until you glance over and say, oh, there you are. I don’t think it’s your saving grace. I think it’s the hand that you hold while you save yourself.
I don’t know what perfect is. I don’t know what it means to me anymore, so I won’t even pretend to know what it means to anybody else.
You shouldn’t have to wait until all the big things in your life are gone before you realize that the small things will save you.
Believe that because someone doesn’t show love the way that they do, that it simply isn’t there.