Mariana

“I keep thinking that maybe you and I could take a road trip and tell all the girls we meet along the way that we’re both vets. You’ve got a messed up face and my war wounds have put me in this chair. You think they’d believe it? Maybe then I could get some action. Problem is, how am I going to get a handful of tit if I can’t lift my arms?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Little things matter far more than big ones. We remember them longer. We can’t control the big things. If you think about what’s happened in the past, it will be the small moments that come to the forefront, not the big transitions. The big things were just history. The small moments are yours. The books those monks printed are still preserved centuries after they were gone. Little things matter.”
― Joey W. Hill, Hostile Takeover

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, and when you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“The human heart is fragile.

So delicate that it should be protected, taken care of.
Nurtured and swaddled among piles of blankets like an infant.

Because once it breaks...

It´s broken forever.

After you heart breaks once, it never heals quite right.

There are always cracks, or chipped pieces. And depending on what kind of person you are and what kind personal strenght you have, sometimes after your heart breaks it can feel like you´ve never had a heart at all.

Or that it´s hardened.

Turned to stone.

Then...

You change.

Become a different person.

You become bitter. Cold. Distant. You start to hate things. And people. Pretty much everything around you. You hate the sun for rising every day. You hate the moon for illuminating the night sky. Hate, hate, hate. It consumes you. It eats you alive from the inside out.

Until...

Hate is the only thing you know.

And pretty soon your days stretch on and on and are never ending decades of nothingness. You forget what it´s like to feel. You forget what it´s like to love. And more then anything you feel like you´ll never deserve the kind of love you once had.

I´ve been there.
I´ve been full of hate.”
― Lauren Hammond, Beautiful Nightmares