Daniela

“When you’re willing to give up the things that mean the most to you just to see someone else happy, that’s real love.”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9

“Why didn’t you tell me that the foundation you taught me to stand on is made from quicksand?”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9

“When someone dies they get very cold and very still. That probably sounds obvious, but when it’s your mother it doesn’t feel obvious—it feels shocking. You watch, winded and reeling, as the medical technicians neutralize the stasis field and power down the synthetic organ metabolizer. But the sentimental gesture of kissing her forehead makes you recoil because the moment your lips touch her skin you realize just how cold and just how still she is, just how permanent that coldness and that stillness feel. Your body lurches like it’s been plunged into boiling water and for the first time in your life you understand death as a biological state, an organism ceasing to function. Unless you’ve touched a corpse before, you can’t comprehend the visceral wrongness of inert flesh wrapped around an inanimate object that wears your mother’s face. You feel sick with guilt and regret and sadness about inconsequential anecdote. You can’t remember anything thoughtful or sweet or tender that you ever did even though logically you know you must have. All you can recall is how often you were small and petty and false. She was your mother and she loved you in a way nobody ever has and nobody ever will and now she’s gone.”
― Elan Mastai, All Our Wrong Todays

“Fallon, we have been dating for two hours now. I can read you like a book, and right now i do believe that book is full of erotica.”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9