Kelly Peacock

I know how hard it is to care for someone and still know they’re not good for you. You wear the rose-colored glasses as if you’re supposed to, and you let the rest be. 

Gut feelings, guardian angels, spirit guides — whatever you call them, there is something greater and more powerful than us, moving things around in our favor and connecting us to other souls in this Universe through a chain of light.

Whatever is going to happen in this new, twisted anthology will happen, and we are beyond ready.

All I can think about is bodywork, a healing practice for recovery, for undigested trauma. There’s a connection between the mind and the body: our brain remembers moments we want to forget and forgets details we need to remember in order to heal. 

What happens when a group of teenage girls survive a plane crash and become stranded on a deserted island?

Even though I actively tell myself, “Relax. You’re safe,” there is a part of my brain that says “Tense up. You’re in danger.”

Every person who you believed was the one for you will bury themselves into a distilled memory the way they’re supposed to like the way dust settles into the nooks and crannies of our pockets.

The fact of the matter is that healing is supposed to hurt. It’s your heart’s way of telling you “I’m getting better. We’ll be alright.”

If they make you believe in something beautiful and that all the heartache and longing was worth it–tell them.

As badly as you believe in what could be, it’s the longing that keeps you apart.

I think I love you, I say, and he turns on the gaslight. 

Right now, love isn’t in the cards for you, and that’s okay. Something greater and more beautiful than you could ever imagine is on its way to greet you.

Those big, beautiful things you want most in your life are going to come to you unexpectedly, and until then, appreciate the little moments that make you believe in the power of hope.

Maybe that’s all we were–two people, trying to make sense of things, conflating with silent, tender desires.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I really like Harry Styles and Timothee Chalamat (as we all do), but when it comes to men that I actually have a chance of dating, I have a hard time.

The love that is meant to be yours will find you when you stop looking for it.

Wait for the person who opens up your chest and understands that sometimes the butterflies won’t always be butterflies.

It doesn’t matter what you decide to do (or not to do) to keep yourself sane while staying indoors – what matters is that you want to feel good and you’re wanting to do something about it.