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“A thing is not what it looks like, but what it does. Finest priestliest cup in the world won’t keep nai hot in its belly on a long walk in the rain.”

“… it is very difficult for growing children to recover when the source of terror and pain is not enemy combatants but their own caretakers.”

“… which in turn leads to bewilderment about the difference between love and terror; pain and pleasure.”

“… because life is a war zone, but love is the greatest weapon we have.”

“But with you holding my hand, I can accomplish anything!”

Ugh, swoon *faints*

“Because most people, they have love seeping in and out their whole lives. They're born being wrapped in it and they go their whole childhood being protected by it, and they have people in their lives that welcome their love in return, so I'm not sure it hits people like it hit me—in one small moment, in such a colossal way.”

His eyes settle on my lips for a beat, and I feel the look all the way to my toes. But then Atlas closes the door, shutting me alone inside the closet.
I deserved that
(Can Atlas get anymore perfect, like just be with him already! If I get through another 10 pages of where she’s still in this toxic mode with Ryle I’m gonna cry)

I might have been obsessed with him, but a woman knows if she wants to keep a man forever, she has to act like she could get over him in a day.

And that is when I became a writer.

“As soon as he figured out that I wasn’t the person my character was based on, he realized we weren’t compatible. I wasn’t heroic. I wasn’t simple. I was difficult. An emotionally challenging puzzle he wasn’t up for solving.”

“As soon as he figured out that I wasn’t the person my character was based on, he realized we weren’t compatible. I wasn’t heroic. I wasn’t simple. I was difficult. An emotionally challenging puzzle he wasn’t up for solving.”

Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a persons actions that hurt the most. It’s the Love. If there was no Love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.

"I wasn't heartbroken when Don left me. I simply felt like my marriage had failed. And those are very different things."

"I have been reeling because I failed. Because I picked the wrong guy for me... Because the truth is that at the age of thirty-five, I have yet to love someone enough to sacrifice for them. I've yet to open my heart enough to let someone in that much."

I sit down on the couch, fiddling with my hands as I think. Now that he says it, I realize what has made me so sad these past few weeks, what has plagued me and made me feel so terrible about myself.
It isn't rejection.
And it isn't heartbreak.
It is defeat.

Why, until this moment, did I not realize that the issue is my own confidence? That the root of most of my problems is that I need to be secure enough in who I am to tell anyone who doesn't like it to go fuck themselves? Why have I spent so long settling for less when I know damn well the world expects more?

“But I know feathers. I bet the other girls don’t know feathers.”