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Damaged people recognize other damaged people. It’s like a club you don’t want a membership to.
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Why do people judge other people based on how tightly their skin clings to their bones?”
“Shallow people don’t stare at the ocean as deeply as you do.”
Sometimes things are so pretty, it makes everything else a little less impressive.”
He’s right. We are alike, but only in the saddest ways.
He pulls me to him, wrapping both my legs around him. That’s all he does, though. He doesn’t try to kiss me. He just connects us together as if that’s enough while our arms keep us both afloat. I’m swiftly succumbing to him. I don’t know in what way. All of them, maybe. Because right now, I need him to do something else. Anything else. Taste me. Touch me. Drag me under.
There are two different kinds of wrong. The wrong that stems from weakness and the wrong that stems from strength. You made that choice because you were strong and needed to survive. You didn’t make that choice because you were weak.”
I thought I knew who I was, but I had no idea people can become different versions of themselves in different settings.
You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.” “What fills the holes in a soul?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”
Some people just fit together.
I just wish our fall and winter fit as well as our summer.
I kind of like that Samson is a closed book. You can’t really dislike a book you haven’t read yet.
“Don’t worry. Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break.”
Maybe we both grew heart bones.”
Maybe we did grow heart bones. But what if the only way of knowing you grew a heart bone is by feeling the agony caused by the break?
People slip through the cracks, Dad. It happens.”
The real world doesn’t operate under a simple system of right and wrong. People who have never had to trade a piece of their souls just to have food or shelter can’t understand the scores of bad decisions desperate people are forced to make.
I know what love is, because I spent my whole life knowing what it isn’t.
I’m going to smile so much that my fake smile eventually becomes real.
Look at us. Two lonely kids who slipped through all the cracks, but then climbed right back up to the top of the world.
