Kendra Syrdal

They would do anything for love. Even kill.

“I have to keep them around because I’ll never find anyone else.”

Making your younger sibling drive you around when you’re home for the holidays, because cars are scary and you forgot how to be a person.

Life may be plastic, but it’s not always fantastic.

I compartmentalized every last piece of loving you and wanting you and needing you until I was absolutely sure I didn’t. I bit down and suppressed every piece of missing you until I could believably say that I didn’t care.

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your best-friend tried to fuck me
And I said no because of you.”

Realize that the only person responsible for your own confidence, and your own self-love, is you.

I try to have easy love, boring love. The kind of love that isn’t written about in poetry, or on walls that witness fighting, or that lingers in scars that cover my heart. I try to have the kind of love that comes from comfort, comes from quiet.