“If there is a God, his plan is very similar to someone not having a plan.”
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“There was this one weekend, a million summers ago, when I sat on the shore drinking a frozen limeade, and I realized the only thing I wanted to look at was the way the sun hit the girls swimming in the lake.
The problem has always been this: When I look at you, I taste lime, and I see light on water.”
― I Kissed Shara Wheeler
The problem has always been this: When I look at you, I taste lime, and I see light on water.”
― I Kissed Shara Wheeler
“Listen to me. Listen very carefully. You’re trapped. Right now you’re trapped. You’re stuck to the bottom of someone’s shoe. You’re walking around in yourlife, like your own little isolation bubble, following their footprints, thinking: This is it. This is me. This is MY SELF. This is how it goes. This is how it works. These are the rules. But here is the secret. You are free. You’re not one of those fools. There is no bubble except the one they put you in. But it’s made of soap, of air—of nothing at all. Only, you’re taught that it’s indestructible—no way of getting through that barrier. And you can pop it with your little finger. You could pop it with your breath. You could blow on it and it would fizzle say.
You are free.
You can do what you want.
When you want.
How you want.
On your time.
You can destroy yourself, kill yourself—
And then get up and walk away.
You are free. No but. No or. No either.
You are an indestructible machine.
You are magnificent.
You can steal; you can cheat.
And you can lie. Be a liar.
I am.”
― And the Trees Crept In
You are free.
You can do what you want.
When you want.
How you want.
On your time.
You can destroy yourself, kill yourself—
And then get up and walk away.
You are free. No but. No or. No either.
You are an indestructible machine.
You are magnificent.
You can steal; you can cheat.
And you can lie. Be a liar.
I am.”
― And the Trees Crept In
“At least with my father, the danger was out in the open. I knew what to expect. But Auntie Cath is a different kind of dark altogether.
The worst kind.
The kind made from love.”
― And the Trees Crept In
The worst kind.
The kind made from love.”
― And the Trees Crept In
“We have no right to children if despair is all we bring with us.”
― And the Trees Crept In
― And the Trees Crept In
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