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Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? —MARY OLIVER
And that’s what life is these days, isn’t it? A series of slips and catches, mistakes and remorse, a constant juggling act of pretending to feel okay when all she wants to do is fall apart. One day, all those balls will drop, and they won’t just break. They’ll shatter.
Wonderland amusement park
Crossover from her book Wonderland
Hope lasts only so long, can carry you only so far. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it’s all you have. It keeps you going when there’s nothing else to hold on to. But hope can also be terrible. It keeps you wanting, waiting, wishing for something that might never happen. It’s like a glass wall between where you are and where you want to be. You can see the life you want, but you can’t have it. You’re a fish in a bowl.
sometimes someone else’s pain is the only thing that makes yours better.
Vanessa Castro’s
Another crossover!
trust is better than love. Love is unpredictable, and love hurts. Trust is reliable, dependable, and solid.
Who would have thought that who you love and who you feel safe with might not be the same person?
true friend is someone who stress-eats with you even though the stressful thing isn’t happening to them.
It’s funny how life can blow up in a matter of minutes.
“No, he’s not. He’s nice, and there’s a difference. You can be nice to someone and still cheat. You can be nice and do shitty things. You can still be nice and ruin someone’s life. He’s nice, Mar, but he’s not good. I hope one day you’ll understand the difference.”
You must always protect your children. That comes before everything.
“You know what it’s like having a child?” her mother once said to her, when Kenzie was eight. She’d asked to sleep over at her best friend Becca’s house. “It’s like your heart walking out the door on two legs, vulnerable and unprotected. It’s scary as hell.”
“And accept that it’s your anxiety lying to you, telling you that you need to do this in order to feel a sense of control over a situation that’s wholly out of your control. Anxiety can be very convincing. Don’t believe what it’s telling you.
It’s confusing how love and hate can exist at the same time, intertwined and tangled and messy and confusing, even after a person is dead.
