Im a Girl Anachronism

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

There weren’t many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn’t that the point? Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

I bore the hell out of myself sometimes. So it seemed normal I might bore you.

I’m not looking for somebody who will whisper sweet nothings into my ear to feed the ravenous ego of my heart. But someone who can look me straight in the eye and say, I love you, whether you fail or fall, just as you are.

Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.