MY MAD FAT BLOG

I hunger to commit the act of touch.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

She was never quite ready but she was brave, and the Universe listens to brave.

“Close the door. Remove the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”

“All this hurrying from place to place won’t bring you any relief, for you’re traveling in the company of your own emotions, followed by your troubles all the way.”

“Comparison is an act of violence against the self.”

“Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.”

“Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.”

Recovery is a process. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes everything you’ve got.

Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.

Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.

Anxiety can just as well express itself by muteness as by a scream.