Bright Side (Bright Side, #1)

by Kim Holden

Fancy hides a lot, while simple unapologetically puts it out there for everyone to see.

I remind myself the pain in my exhausted muscles isn't pain, it's life. And life feels divine. Every day, every minute, every second.

I know it's weird, but I like to think of God as my homeboy. I'm not religious; I just talk to him a lot. I ask for a lot of favors. Sometimes things go my way, sometimes they don't. That's life. You just have to make the most of it.

Somebody's on a manhunt. And she's accepting all applicants with a big wallet, a penis, and a beating heart. Good luck with that.

A lot of people would give anything for a healthy body. Your body is a temple. You don't shit on the temple.

I can't let the bad consume me, or it would eat me whole. The bad stays in the bad corner of my mind, I don't let it through the door to mingle with the good, because the bad is a goddamn party pooper.

And considering laughter is like oxygen to me, I really needed it.

It's the same smile she wore every day. It's the same smile that made everything better. It's the same smile that was tangible proof I was surrounded by goodness. It's the same smile that made me feel like the luckiest person in the world

I figure now is a good time to remind God that I'm happy with the way things are going.

"I know, I know. I guess I was tired. I wasn't thinking. Besides, we never discussed the signal for don't interrupt me, I'm having wild monkey sex."

Be selective, because you deserve so much more than some random dude fucking you in the back of a van or your best friend in his mom's guest room."

Because if there's anyone in this world who's capable of insane amounts of love and who deserves to be loved that way in return, it's you."

Something more makes me feel good. Something more is helping someone else. But I'm also a little selfish because something more has the potential to help me in ways they'll never know or understand.

That's where I need to be today, because as hard as I try to not think about it and not let life get me down, sometimes it does. And I don't want it to. Because life is a gift.

Reading is an escape from the outside world. Everyone needs a little of that to keep their sanity.

I don't like the guilt associated with an unfinished book. I mean, if you start a book and a couple of chapters in you decide you just aren't into it, that's one thing, but once you reach the halfway point, there's no turning back.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't pursue dreams and goals. Just don't forsake the present for the unknowns of the future. A lot of happiness is bypassed, overlooked, postponed to a time years from now that may never come. Don't bide your time and miss out on this moment for a tomorrow with no guarantee."

"It's a nice place to visit, denial, but you can't live there forever."

Some people excel in the art of hugging. They somehow manage to hug you with their whole being, not just their arms. Their warmth surrounds every inch of you. It makes you feel cherished and comforted.

He doesn't know my story. And that's how it needs to stay, because I've always preferred happy endings.

It relaxes me. It's a steady, constant comfort. I've grown to love comfort.

look forward to every minute I get to spend with her. Every minute of every day wouldn't be enough.

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?"

I've learned that the living need to be loved, too. And loving someone else doesn't diminish the love I had for her.

Heaven will be a lot less quiet and a lot more fun once I get there.

Keep your eyes on yours and your nose out of everyone else's unless you're invited in. And when you get the invitation, help, don't judge.

Let yourself love. With every fiber of your being.

Grieve, but don't hold onto it. Grief smothers out life.