#RideLikeAGirl

our love i like to think was planned by the cosmos for it did happen so coincidentally and against all odds

When I tell you I love you, I don’t say it out of habit. I say it to remind you that you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

I don’t think I could ever grow tired of you" “I feel the same way about you” “I find new things to love about you every single day, it is terrifying you know.” “How so?” “I don’t think I could ever let you go, I am so insanely in love with you that if you were to leave, you would take my entire existance with you.

A person doesn’t know true hurt and suffering until they’ve felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.

so here it is. i loved him, yes. but loving him made me kind of hate myself. and that wasn’t good.

Adolescence, for a woman, is the slow realization that you are not considered as fully human as you hoped. You are a body first, and your body is not yours alone: whether or not you are attracted to men, men and boys will believe they have a claim on your body, and the state gets to decide what you’re allowed to do with it afterwards.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener.

Book of the day: I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak