Thirsty for Words

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”

“Absence made their hearts grow fonder, while it made me forget what I am fighting for.”

“He was always the one to tell terrible jokes. She was always the one to complete them with laughter.”

i'm tired of giving others the privilege of being the light in my life. i am the moon and this is my sky and i will shine. i will shine all bright and beautiful, all by myself.

“I refuse to surrender this pain. It is the only way to remember you.”

how dare you reduce her to a mere distraction between the sheets. she is a solid rib-cage, each bone designed to completely adore you, yet you only ‘love’ her when you are either bored or lonely.

“Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else. You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.”

“‘Why do you write sad things?’ he asked. ‘When I am here, when I love you.’ Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you. It is inevitable. But please understand; from the moment I met you, I stopped writing for the past. I no longer write for the present. When I write sad things, I am writing for the future.”

“constantly swayed between wanting him and knowing she deserves better, thrown back and forth between a disarray of conscience and desire; it will not be long before she pursues her heart and throws all logic to the wayside.”