Life is hard when all I have are words. These past few weeks have been an all time low in the confidence and reassurance departments. I wish I had a fluffy pet to hug.
"We tell our lives and live our tales, enjoying where we can, tolerating what we must, turning away to re-tell, or sinking into madness and disorder if we cannot make (or re-make) our tale into narrative we can live in."
"I still get sad about everything that happened. Every now and then it just hits me. Sometimes, it takes days for me to get over it…"
if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me
today I burned my tongue on a piece of pizza and I think that it’s a very strong metaphor that sometimes the things you love most in life will hurt you.