Denial can be beautifulBut only when you're a fantastic liar

I have too much doubt. It’s the bastard child of fear. I hate fear. So doubt sidles up next to determination in my heart. It doesn’t outweigh it. They coexist.

the person you’ve always wanted to be. Some days your heart will be in it, and some days you’ll fake it, but eventually it will become a habit and without thinking about it, you will be changed anew. A new attitude. A new outlook. A new perspective. The human mind is a wonderful thing to grant us that kind of change.

I don’t want to be my limitations. I don’t want to be my pain. I don’t want to be my embarrassment.

Misery loves companyTragically

Hiding and waitingFor the worst Or the end

Trust and my heart are linked. If I trust you it means I've let you into my heart. And I trust you not to hurt me. The pinnacle of trust, the trust I've never afforded to anyone, is the scariest: true love.

I'm crying again. I cry so often now that sometimes I don't even realize it until the tears are already streaming down my cheeks.

Do you know what it's like to be blessed with someone so special, to love them so much it hurts, and then have them taken from you forever?

Thank you.” I’ve said thank you thousands of times in my life. Most of the time I mean it to some degree. There are times when I’ve said it and felt the gratitude behind the words wholeheartedly, but I don’t think I ever understood what those two words truly meant until this very moment. Now I think I need a new phrase because thank you is insufficient in this situation.

Because that’s what parents do, without even thinking about it, that’s what parents do. They fill their children with love and understanding and compassion and knowledge so that when they’re adults no one can extinguish them. They’ll burn so bright they can’t be brought down.

Sometimes I’m irrational, I know I am, but even irrational thought feels very, very real when you’re in the middle of shit.

Genetics doesn’t ensure love, or even like, time and effort do. You don’t give them your time, and you don’t show them effort

There should always be another kissAnd another after that

The mouth is a magnificent tool to communicate intimacy – kissing, licking, sucking, nipping – it's screaming, I'm so fucking into you, without saying a word.

Never misconceive that which is real

And guilt is heavy, like an anchor holding me in place and hindering any and all advancement.

A hug is a display of love that begins on the physical end of the spectrum but bleeds into the emotional end of the spectrum if you let it, if you give into it. It’s the most innocent, pure form of physical human connection there is. It only takes two willing people, who don’t even have to know each other, to participate. Two willing people who want that exchange. It’s so easy, but there are people who never get them. People who never get them,” she repeats softly, it’s a confession.