Late Bloomer Quotes

“Fuck anything and anyone that made you have to survive instead of live. You deserve a life so peaceful it feels deliciously boring. A life filled with flowers and sunny days and people who show you all the time that you're valued and worthy. You deserve it all.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“Are you always such a pessimist?” “Yes. It makes disappointment much easier to take.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“Every piece of you is beautiful,”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“Grief is a strange beast. It can lie dormant for weeks. Months. You can go through the motions of life and truly convince yourself you’re healed and fine and will actually survive the heartache of loss. And then, like the flip of a switch, it rears its head and snaps its jaws, hungry and ready to devour you whole.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“You make me want to hope, and that’s terrifying, because hope let’s you down. Hope hurts you.”
“Hope doesn’t hurt you, Pepper,” she whispers, “People do. Hope lightens you and lifts you and expands more room in your heart than you know what to do with. And sharing that hope with someone that will care for it and tend to it like it deserves, only lets it grow more and more.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“And that’s my problem. I’m so hungry to connect with someone—anyone—I settle for crumbs and pretend like they’re a full meal.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“I miss her. I’ll always miss her. But the missing isn’t killing me like I thought it would. It’s a beautiful ache, a sacred, precious reminder of how much love I hold for her.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“I didn’t know loss could make you so numb. But the numbness was heavy, sucking all the feeling from my body and leaving me empty. Except for the threat of pain. That lived and grew, making me terrified to even move most days.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“I slump on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, entering the worst mental place in the world: alone time with my thoughts.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“You’re terrified of trying. I want to understand why.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“And wrap her in a big hug. “Of course I was listening to you,” I say, arms cinched around her waist, my cheek landing in the center of her sternum. “And what I heard is you need to get out and clear your head. So let’s go.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“I was tempted to meet her on the lawn, walk across the dewy grass with the golden sun poised behind me à la Matthew Macfadyen sluttily strutting in Pride & Prejudice (2005).”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“I am, in short, and absolute sucker for beautiful people with even a hint of authority.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“People don’t like me if I’m not peppy and happy.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“bringing the big toe to my mouth. I pause, lips parted, staring at her for a beat longer, then pop the whole thing in my mouth and lick my lips.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“And right here, right now—under a great big sky, surrounded by flowers and wrapped in the arms of the girl I’m falling for—I know there’s no place more special in the world.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“The world stops spinning. I'm the one orbiting the sun.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“Listen to me,” She whispers, breath ghosting across my mouth. “You were dealt a shitty hand, Pepper. There’s no denying that, and I’ll never be able to wipe away that pain. I’ll never want to. It’s yours to feel as you need. But you’ve made due for way too long with the person that was supposed to love you hurting you instead. But that stops now. Fuck anything and anyone that made you have to survive instead of live. You deserve a life so peaceful it feels deliciously boring. A life filled with flowers and sunny days and people who show you all the time that you are valued and worthy. You deserve it all.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“My traitorous heart lurches. Wouldn’t that be nice? Wouldn’t it feel so damn good for my mom, the person who is supposed to love me unconditionally to finally want to spend time with me? Know me? I’ve convinced myself my heart is hard as stone toward the woman but even a hint of her affection has it crumbling to dust. I can have all the bravado in the world but the second she gives me an ounce of attention, I’m a little kid again; eager and bouncing for her approval. I’m a fool, but I want it. I want to sit with my mom and have her take me to lunch, listen to stories of my life.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer

“Her temper sparking, nostrils flaring. The look hooks a chain into the center of my chest and jerks me back, whipping me into the past. Every harsh word, every broken promise, every moment of aching loneliness whether she was next to me or not. She tries to play it cool but that always makes the explosion worse.
“Pepper,” she says through clenched teeth, “I’d like you to shut your silly little mouth and listen to what I’m trying to tell you.”
“I know what you are trying to tell me. I’m terrible at reading people but I can read you, Mom. You make it so obvious.”
That fake smile falls. A deep red rushing up her cheeks to the tips of her ears. “You better knock it off young lady. You are being extremely unlikeable right now. If you’d –“
“I don’t want you to like me, Mom.” I yell, throwing my arms up and gaining more than a few looks. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone finds me likeable. I just want you to care. I want you to care enough about your only child that you have even the tiniest bit of hesitation before hitting me up for money after abandoning me on a random doorstep.”
She grips my arm, ripping me into the nearest corner – eyes scanning the room as I garner more attention.
“Shut your damn mouth, now, Pepper Ann. I didn’t abandon you.” She spits, face getting close to mine as I shrink under her glare. “You know I’ve always done my best. Have I made mistakes, sure, of course. I’m only human. But I’m not allowed any grace? Any room for error? What about the mistakes you’ve made. I never throw your greed in your face. The way you were always putting on airs. I’d never make you feel bad for that.”
“All you’ve ever done in my life is make me feel bad.” I say, with a choked laugh, tears pricking at my eyes, a few falling down my cheeks.”
― Mazey Eddings, Late Bloomer