Geek

“Death. The only thing inevitable in life.
People don't like to talk about death because it makes them sad.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them,
all the people they love will briefly grieve
but continue to breathe.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them,
Their children will still grow
Get married
Get old..
They don't want to imagine how life will continue to go on without them
Their material things will be sold
Their medical files stamped "closed"
Their name becoming a memory to everyone they
know.
They don't want to imagine how life will go on without them, so instead of accepting it head on, they avoid the subject all together,
hoping and praying it will somehow...
pass them by.
Forget about them,
moving on to the next one in line.
no, they didn't want to imagine how life would
continue to go on....
without them.
But death
didn't
forget.
Instead they were met head-on by death,
disguised as an 18-wheeler
behind a cloud of fog.
No.
Death didn't forget about them.
If only they had been prepared, accepted the inevitable, laid out their plans, understood that it
wasn't just their lives at hand.
I may have legally been considered an adult at the age
of nineteen, but still i felt very much
all
of just nineteen.
Unprepared
and overwhelmed
to suddenly have the entire life of a seven-year-old
in my realm.
Death. The only thing inevitable in life.
-Will”
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed

“There are three questions every woman should be able to answer yes to before they commit to a man:

1. Does he treat you with respect at all times?
2. If he is the exact same person twenty years from now that
he is today, would you still want to marry him?
3. Does he inspire you to want to be a better person?”
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed

“Push your boundaries, that's what they're there for.”
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed

“Yer in my blood, Saba, he says. Yer in my head. Yer in my breath, yer in my bones...gawd help me, yer everywhere. You have bin since the first moment I set eyes on you.”
― Moira Young, Blood Red Road