"If you keep trying to turn yourself into an island, then you need to know that I will just turn myself into a ship & my anchor will be eight years heavy. There is no storm that could take me away from you & there is no ocean in which you can hide from the other piece of your soul."
"And the rain won’t make any difference?" -Ernest Heningway
"If I rested my ear against your chest, would I hear an ocean? Are you a seashell or a locked door? Would I hear your heart whispering behind your rib cage or would I just hear silence? The no-beat nothingness that lives inside of you. I don’t want to be the girl I am anymore. I don’t want to be the girl that falls down at the feet of hope over & over again only to have it crossed out by your pen of self-loathing, as if you have a need for discontentment. I don’t want to get pushed down into the gravel again. I am already scraped up from the last time, head to toe, knees bleeding, elbows bleeding, soul bleeding. You came back to me so you could sleep easier, but, baby, I’m sick of being your sedative & I’m scared of what will happen when I take away the pills. I love you with all that I have, I love you like a house fire that I want to burn alive in, I love you like not loving you would be the end of the world & I know that I couldn’t survive the aftermath of an apocalypse. I would make you tea. I would unload the gun. I would throw my knives in the trash. I would never be able to stop saying that you’re beautiful, again & again, it’d be my mantra, but even all of that is not enough to move you to new heights, even that is not enough for you to keep me from giving up. You can’t expect someone to believe when they have no more reasons to."
"The world must accept her on her own terms or not at all."