And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don’t like me back, or who don’t like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.
E. LOCKHARTIt shattered something inside me that hadn’t been broken before.
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Do not think about guys who have broken your heart six ways. It is mentally deranged to chase after heartbreak.
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I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they’ve done, without doing anything myself.
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Never take a seat in the back of the room. Winners sit up front.
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Everything doesn’t seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you’re young.
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You can’t have an ending. It’s impossible. Because unlike in the movies, life goes on. You’re never at the end until you die.
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Other people apologize and don’t mean t “Sorry, but you shouldn’t have…” or “Sorry, but I just didn’t…” They apologize while telling you that they were right all along, which is the opposite of an actual apology.
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How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?
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There will be all these fifty-year-old women wearing hot pants and squeezing themselves into pretzel shapes and then there will be me. Just reaching for my toes like they’re China. ‘Hello there! You’re so far away, I can’t get to you! Can you even hear me?
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Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she’d had an impact. She wasn’t a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.
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My problem is I can think whatever I think-girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah – but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.
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These guys, they were so sure of their places in life–so deeply confident of their merit and their future–they didn’t need any kind of front at all.
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There’s something about seeing a guy’s feelings written down, something about him taking that risk and committing that heart to paper, that means so much more than anything he could just say.
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A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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We should not accept an evil we can change.
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Because on some level, even though it never turns out to be true, and even though I should know better, I still expect life to be like the movies.
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Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it.
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I don’t know if there is a one for me. I think I might like variety.
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They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. It can seem saner to give up-But then one goes insane from giving up.
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…a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.
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If those are your friends, you’ve got no need for enemies.
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Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they’re boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He’ll tolerate your junk.
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She doesn’t feel like crying anymore.
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It shattered something inside me that hadn’t been broken before.
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Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.
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Always do what you’re afraid to do. … I will prove myself strong when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave when they think I am weak.
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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.
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