under|one|moon

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

We are all broken - that’s how the light gets in.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

I’ll tell you something about true love. There’s no science to it. It’s as natural as the sky.

Whenever there’s something I don’t like about a stranger, I try to imagine that someone out there loves them, and it puts them in a different light.

That the battles are usually in her head does not lessen the bravery of it. The hardest battles always are.

That was part of being a girl - you were resigned to whatever feedback you’d get. If you got mad, you were crazy, and if you didn’t react, you were a bitch. The only thing you could do was smile from the corner they’d backed you into. Implicate yourself in the joke even if the joke was always on you.

Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.

Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for / Was a wild, gentle thing,…

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