Art Comes In So Many Forms

I used to think that art meant that of the physical sense–that you had to create something with paints or clay or anything with your hands. Now I take solace in the fact that art can mean anything.

[musemymind]

"'Do I want to fuck him, or just be him?' Just being him did seem the lesser risk."

Susan Choi, My Education

[bydianareads]

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎? ⁣

I’m guilty for buying romance books based off the new “cartoon” art covers. I just find them really cute and noticed it’s a new popular trend. ⁣I have a lot more on m kindle but owning physical copies is like a new goal of mine.

Do you like the new cartoon covers? ⁣

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[remanence-of-love]

[musemymind]

"It's just that sometimes... you can be a little intimidating," Cassidy added. "You don't always seem like you need people. And people like to be needed."

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

We weren't good kids, but we weren't bad either. We threw parties; we snuck out of our houses; we drank and smoked the occasional cigarette, sometimes weed. But we also made curfew, made Honor Roll, made breakfast for our moms on Mothers Day.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

I didn't want to be punished, but I wanted someone to care.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

I had missed this–the comfort that came from being desired, from being able to make someone want me. Of wanting someone in return. Of that intensity. How it blotted out every other thought...

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

"I don't have to hit bottom to know I don't want to. But I think maybe it's possible to have an addictive personality without being addicted to one thing in particular... yet. Was I addicted to avoiding the real world by hanging out with my friends, getting drunk and high?"

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

Maybe my attraction to him was just a reaction to my anger at Mike. Maybe it was a reaction to Raf's rejection of me when we were kids. Maybe it was fear of putting my heart in the hands of someone else who could crush it and blame it on alcohol.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

But I didn't want to break up. I was in love, but more than that, I didn't want to go back to the way that my life was before him. Before I had plans on the weekend–even if I didn't always go through with them. Before I had someone to tell me I was beautiful. The way Mike looked at me was intoxicating, like I was someone worth looking at.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

I asked before considering whether it was a good idea. My lips formed words independent of my brain, as if they were desperate for another chance to be on his. Traitors.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

"Maybe we're lucky to have each other," I said. And tried to tell myself I believed it.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

I wanted to tell her she was a pain in the ass. I also wanted to run after her and give her a hug and tell her that I loved her.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

She was more fun than me, prettier than me, thinner than me. How could I blame him?

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

That was the day I fell for him. I never stood a chance.

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason

[musemymind]

“The sound of her name on your lips makes me nauseous. It sounds like mine.”

H.H.

[musemymind]

"I've been thinking about it, and I just don't get why you stayed with him for so long." I shrugged. "Why does anyone stay with someone?" "But why would you feel like you deserved to put up with his bullshit?"

The Art of Losing Lizzy Mason