Oh my lord, what a beauteous dream

“To the one who loves her next, She’s terrified of spiders. So when you’re out late with friends and she texts you freaking out because there’s one on her window, please go kill it. She won’t sleep otherwise. She is a total textbook introvert. She won’t reply for hours and sometimes you won’t see her for a week. You will take this personally. Don’t. She’s simply taking care of herself and she’ll tell you how much she missed you while she was away. She’ll get very jealous. My god, she gets so jealous. Those brown eyes will turn a deep green. She hates that about herself, and she doesn’t mean to do it. Remember, she loves you. Reassure her that you love her too. On that topic, she needs constant reassurance. Tell her you love her and mean it. If you can’t do that, leave. She deserves more than that. There will be nights when she goes out and drinks a little too much. She’ll call you to bring her home. When you do, she’ll try to keep you up all night by tickling you and repeating “I love you and I’m sorry I’m annoying.” She’s not annoying. But make sure she has plenty of water and don’t let her pass out until she drinks it, or she will be miserable in the morning. She is the most independent woman I know. But she’s so insecure, it still breaks my heart. So when she starts an argument with “you don’t love me.” Do not get upset. Remind her you do and the reasons why. She’ll come around. The cat comes first. Always. Don’t ever think otherwise. Make her tea and remember the way she takes her coffee. She will notice. When she’s having an anxiety attack, wrap her up in your arms and rub her back. Tell her she’s safe and remind her that she has medication if she needs it. If you cannot treat her like royalty, let someone else. That girl deserves the world. Losing her is a pain you will never shake. Your world will come crashing down on you and those pieces won’t ever fit the way they used to. Don’t let her go. She will love you with all she’s got. Please give her the same. I am begging you to not hurt her. She is golden. Don’t let that shine die out. Give her your all and she’ll return the favor. You will never have to ask the universe for anything ever again.”

“Sometimes, it’s the scary things in life that are the most worthwhile.”

“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.”

“drunk on my own madness, I cried furiously, “Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!””

“you called me a tornado, a natural disaster that spun out at the end of your fingertips and i saw in my head how many times i’ve been a calm ocean, a morning where there is nothing moving but a few birds, a warm sunday with no responsibilities i am a blizzard. i arrive and leave nothing but cold behind me. but i am also the spring thaw, the grass below. “girls like that,” you write about me in your books and poems, “are hurricane systems, they are sudden destruction, they come and they go.” but if you stuck around and got to know girls like me you’d figure out we are more than our wild hearts and quick tongues and fire breathing, we are leftover cake, we are the rainbow on your birthday, we are good socks and bad movies, we are loving, loving, loving; a tidal wave of passion that comes without warning but floods only with laughter, with light, with devotion girls like me will never be more than a quick storm to boys like you. girls like me are good for a few months before you start seeing our paint chip off and we stop being so mysterious and hard to keep track of girls like me are only fun until you see how we’re fueled by a swirling darkness, girls like me are only worth it until it’s four in the morning and we’re awake and sobbing, girls like me are tornadoes, on the inside, we are witches. we are strong. we are a fury, but we are gold.”

You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.