Ellen Nguyen

I’m beautiful even when I don’t look beautiful. Because it’s never about how I look. It’s in the way I feel, in the way I carry myself, do my things and treat others.

Rationale doesn’t mean shit when loneliness eats away at you and there’s still his smell on your hair and bite marks red on your neck.

Someone who complains you’re too clingy might well be just not that into you.

If you want to touch a guarded girl, first, start with the eyes.

You’re no longer just best friends. You’re like arms and legs on one body. You’re each other’s family and soulmate.

There’s also a kind of love that sees no end and probably doesn’t even have a beginning.

If you already know what you’re looking for and I’m just not it, do me a favor and make it clear to me.

If you loved yourself, you would accept your past, your flaws and every wrong turn you take.

She knows she is not her body, her face, her job, or her relationships with people.

I’m no longer thrilled by the sign of danger and moments that give me instant gratification but would ultimately ruin me.

He isn’t around to spend the night or sit listening to her stories at any dinner table but he’s always there on every puff of cigarettes she takes, every shot of Vodka she tries to get drunk on and every kiss she mindlessly places on a stranger’s lips.

When you truly like someone, they might not know you do. At least not vocally. Not so soon yet. Because you’re not going to throw your words around like it doesn’t mean a thing.