Jan 4, 2023
I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?
Girl in Pieces, Kathleen Glasgow
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I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?
Girl in Pieces, Kathleen Glasgow
I don’t understand anything and it’s like my sadness has drained my brain and now I can’t learn.
How It Feels To Float, Helena Fox
I’m not one of those brave people who suffer in silence. When I’m miserable, everybody knows it. I make sure of that.
Words on Bathroom Walls, Julia Walton
i like to pretend I am, but i’m not
Do you feel better?"
And I've said, "Sometimes."
Which is possibly, almost, don't-look-too-closely-or-it-might-go-away, true.
How It Feels to Float, Helena Fox
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster cry quicker, remember longer and as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
-as if, if I could just get the words right, I could convince her to get sober. You drive yourself crazy, trying to put words in some magical order that will unlock their sanity. And when it doesn’t work, you think, I didn’t try hard enough. I didn’t talk to her clearly enough.
Daisy Jones & The Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid
It’s hard to remember what we were like before, when anger was just temporary.
They Wish They Were Us, Jessica Goodman
"Why?" asked her companion. "Why do you love him when you ought not to?"
Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands.
"Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth. Because--“
"Because you do, in short," laughed Mademoiselle.
The Awakening, Kate Chopin
I love how this quote represents love.