Laura

“There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Grief is like a deep, dark hole. It calls like a siren: Come to me, lose yourself here. And you fight it and you fight it and you fight it, but when you finally do succumb and jump down into it, you can’t quite believe how deep it is. It feels as if this is how you will live for the rest of your life, falling. Terrified and devastated, until you yourself die.
But that is the mirage.
That is grief’s dizzying spell.
The fall isn’t never-ending. It does have a ground floor.
Today, I cry for so long that I finally feel the floor under my feet. I find the bottom. And while I know the hole will be there forever, at least for now, I feel as if I can live inside it. I have learned its boundaries and its edges.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Carrie Soto Is Back

“I loved my wife. I was faithful to my wife from the very minute I
straightened up. I tried desperately to never feel anything else for any
other woman. But…[breathes deeply] Everything that made Daisy
burn, made me burn. Everything I loved about the world, Daisy loved
about the world. Everything I struggled with, Daisy struggled with. We
were two halves. We were the same. In that way that you’re only the
same with a few other people. In that way that you don’t even feel like
you have to say your own thoughts because you know the other person
is already thinking them. How could I be around Daisy Jones and not
be mesmerized by her? Not fall in love with her?
I couldn’t.
I just couldn’t.
But Camila meant more. That’s just the very deepest truth. My
family meant more to me. Camila meant more to me. Maybe, for a little
while there, Camila wasn’t the person I was the most drawn to. Or…
…
…
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Maybe Camila wasn’t the person I was the most in love with. At
that time. I don’t know. You can’t…Maybe she wasn’t. But she was
always the person I loved the most. She was always the person I would
choose.
It is Camila, for me. Always.
Passion is…it’s fire. And fire is great, man. But we’re made of
water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive.
My family was my water. I picked water. I’ll pick water every time. And
I wanted Daisy to find her water. Because I couldn’t be it.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six

“Men can be like toddlers, Juliet. Sometimes all they need is something shiny to distract them.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, Letters to the Lost