UnderTheInvisibilityCloak

I exist in two places.    here, and where you are.

I owe so much kindness to my own heart.

My heart is so tired.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands.

It wasn’t that long, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.

and she loved a…boy very, very much– even more than she loved herself.