Rachel Wiley > Quotes

“Be thankful that she knows your name and be careful never to forget hers.”
― Rachel Wiley

“A celebration is just a way of begging the good things to stay.”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Witness, how she weeps until she dissolves

and then wakes up to rebuild herself

one salt grain at a time the next morning.”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“I am still learning how to ask for what I deserve without it

also sounding like an apology.”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Enough is a foul word.”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“they will call her strong but she did not come here to be strong

there are means to strength that are not heartbreak”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Weightless

but not the least bit smaller”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Drive her into the river to prove she can sink

gracefully”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“what a ghost town I would have been without you”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Every time I’ve let someone fuck me with my dress still on

I laid in bed afterwards

and vowed that I would not let another person inside me

that hasn’t seen me fully”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“Someplace where we will not spend

any more years piling on scabs”
― Rachel Wiley

“water might be the only thing that could ever hold us gentle”
― Rachel Wiley, Revenge Body

“Hey Baby,
did it hurt when
you fell from
my expectations?”
― Rachel Wiley

“and for once it won’t hurt

and for once it will be on our terms”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“an angry beauty queen ripping sequins from a dress

      that didn’t sparkle enough to win”
― Rachel Wiley

“my perfect is a ransom I cannot bring myself to pay”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“says that he hates cats because

your affection has to be earned.

He says this like it is a bad and impossible thing.”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“The illusion is a success when they’re all asking how it’s done”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay

“as if on cue all of the forgotten hurts, preserved

in previous canning seasons,

begin to erupt in the cellar”
― Rachel Wiley, Nothing Is Okay