When I was six I fell on a broken window. Once I realized no one was coming I stopped screaming and pulled the shard from my middle. This is life for some of us. This has been life for me.
CHELSIE DIANEI keep saying over and over. I’m sorry but I have to go now you are not my person.
More Chelsie Diane Quotes
-
-
I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.
CHELSIE DIANE -
I keep saying over and over. I’m sorry but I have to go now you are not my person.
CHELSIE DIANE -
I will not believe It’s less holy to be human. I will not bow my head. I will not close my eyes to god.
CHELSIE DIANE -
Don’t get too used to being alone.
CHELSIE DIANE -
You say: you are mourning a man that could not love you. Full stop. Cover the last word. There’s the truth.
CHELSIE DIANE -
You loved me gray sweatpants and I loved you drunk on stouts and I am velveeta mac and cheese.
CHELSIE DIANE -
The point is that I loved.
CHELSIE DIANE -
If your mother does not love you well or is no longer here to love you well, may you feel worthy enough to open to the thousand tiny ways the spirit of mother longs to love you today.
CHELSIE DIANE -
Ancient shamans asked the sick one question only when did you stop singing?
CHELSIE DIANE -
My brother has not spoken to me in years. Something to do with Donald Trump or Jesus Christ or our horrible stepfather.
CHELSIE DIANE -
You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.
CHELSIE DIANE -
I want you as a lemon the waiter brings on a tiny white plate. I want him to watch while I squeeze you into my mouth and swallow the rind.
CHELSIE DIANE -
A twenty three year old hits on me in a coffee shop in venice, and I ask him if father is single.
CHELSIE DIANE -
I play with the nativity and tell mary she looks good in that color blue.
CHELSIE DIANE -
The day my children move out is years I can count on two hands I have them half this time years I count on one.
CHELSIE DIANE