You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.
I don’t understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it’s all I’ve ever wanted.All I’ve ever known is about leaving or being left.
I realize that life is risks. It’s acknowledging the past but looking forward. It’s taking a chance that we willmake mistakes but believing that we all deserve to be forgiven.
Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.
You’re stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?
The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.
Broken things can be made whole again. Perhaps not as they were before, but maybe stronger this time.
I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.
Darkness grew where it would and took what it wanted. It staked its claim and never let go. And no one else could pry you free of it.
I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.
We’re both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.
Survivors aren’t always the strongest; sometimes they’re the smartest, but more often simply the luckiest.
Knowing that this is what it means to live. That this love, this need is what drives us to push and fight and build and grow. That as long as there’s hope and love in this world, there will always be the living.
If your friend really cared about you he wouldn’t let you take such risks.
It’s funny, most people think that revenge is a passionate affair, driven by rage and pain. But it can’t be. Feelings such as those make you weak. They overwrite thought and cause reckless impulses that lead to poor decisions.
You think you want love, Mary. You think it is this beautiful gift that does nothing but fill you and make you whole. But you are wrong. Love can be cruel and ugly. It can become dark and cause the deepest pain.
I realize that sometimes death comes before you expect it. That while we are rarely prepared for our friends, family and loved ones to die, we are never prepared for our own deaths. Never prepared to reconcile our own regrets.
It’s as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.
The broken ones need someone to fight for them even harder.
Sometimes it’s the mistakes that turn out to be thebest parts of life,
She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.
I will always need you,” I whisper. “All of this time I’ve waited for you. And you were never coming for me. Why did you let me wait for you?