Ella Ceron

When you’re the one who falls in love easily, you fall in love with all the things that are easy to fall in love with, the things kept at a distance, the things that will not love you back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You believe in the redemption, in choosing your own path, in underdogs proving their own worth, and all of that. But you also believe in ugly ducklings and beautiful, beautiful swans.

Didn’t just wait for someone to text her back, but kept the window open to see the little ellipses pop up.

A good guy respects that you can fight your own battles, but will be there to support you and back you up should you ask for help.

I will celebrate every little happiness you experience, from finding five dollars on the street to getting a promotion to just having a really good hair day.

The world isn’t going to give you time to run. You have to make it.

It’s only when you begin to accept yourself for who you are — when you talk yourself down from the ledges of changing every last detail of what you think and what you say and who you like and what you don’t — that rejection seems a little less scary, because the people who would reject you won’t bother.

And I don’t know if you’ll say it back, and to be honest, I don’t know if I really need to hear it back. It’d be nice, sure, but expecting you to love me just because I love you feels like too much pressure, doesn’t it?

You might or might not have shoved somebody over in the mania of a sample sale.

Whether it’s because you’re allergic to putting labels on things, or are just too scared to ask exactly how invested your significant no-ther is when it comes to the two of you, being in an undefined relationship is tough.

One morning, I’m going to wake up and look at you and say we should go board a train to anywhere. To everywhere. I hope you’re ready.

I wonder what color Marilyn Monroe wore. That’s like, a red red. I should Google that.