If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.
If someone else takes a bite of my food, I have to cut off the part that his/her saliva has touched before I can eat any more of it.
I'm weird.Everyone says so.
I wasn't going to wait around for some prince, when I could very well save myself.
I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a macaroni-and-cheese bake than any personal involvement. You hand off a serving dish and you've done y...
I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.
I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow in it. what happen then? what else, I said It broke.
I guess it's just so I remember where I started.
I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded...
I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.
I do not have the money anymore. It was all yours, after all. I slipped the check into the silk lining of the coffin when I kissed you good-bye for the last time.
How do you do it?Do what?All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered.Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he r...
How come love sounds so violent? You fall head over heels. You’re struck by Cupid’s arrow. You take the risk of having your heart broken. From an outside perspective, it sounds impossibly painful, not...
Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.
Following my mother's footsteps was the surest way out.
Every life has a soundtrack.There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There's another that reminds me of tagging along wit...
Dr. Keller begins pacing. I don't think we've been hearing Faith just right. Her guard...the words..they sound alike.What do you mean?Your daughter, Dr. Keller says flatly. I think she's seeing God.
Babies don't come with instruction booklets. You'd learn the same way we all do -- you'd read up on dinosaurs, you'd Google backhoes and skidders. And you don't need a penis to go buy a baseball glove...
Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.
A child who suffers from PTSD has made unsuccessful attempts to get help, and as the victimization continues, he stops asking for it. He withdraws socially, because he’s never quite sure when interact...