I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.
I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.
Mending a broken heart isn't easy. It's messy and complicated, but when it's finished, it's stronger than ever.
When you find the one, when you share the spark of kismet, then it becomes inconceivable to walk through life with anyone else.
He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.
Growing up, I never felt deprived. I was always happy. It seems only lately I've started seeing everything I didn't have.
It's really best not to tell people when you feel bad. Growing up is about keeping secrets, and pretending everything is fine.
The one thing I do remember is that as I retraced my steps through all the familiar streets of my life, Inow felt completely lost.
I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.
Well, most of us think "The Merchant of Venice" is a porno script. On a more personal note, I’ve decided on pizza for dinner.
When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, “When did you start feeling like a grownup?” His response: “Never.
Sometimes people only look at you from the outside. They see what they perceive to be your life, but they don't feel your heart.
Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.
I was physically attacked by a woman who didn’t even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.
We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.
For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them.