When It’s (Finally) Easy With Someone
There’s a place in his mouth where someone once split his lip, and that’s where my eyes always land first.
There’s a place in his mouth where someone once split his lip, and that’s where my eyes always land first.
Lots of things scare me. Big things, little things, silly things. I was afraid you were going to find out what I did to you, but you never did.
Every girl has an item in her closet that always makes her feel fantastic.
But October, October makes it hard to do that.
There’s nothing like the slow, building terror that comes via your own imagination as you turn page after page.
It takes an incredible amount of courage solely to go on when these things are happening to you, to get out of bed, paint up your face with a lipstick and look alive. And it takes even more courage to put it all out there for your family and friends and strangers (often the cruelest of all) to see.
Every girl has a Clinique story.
“You’re being so rational.” Only on paper.
Am I ever really going to be happy? I ran his words through my head over and over as I packed boxes and prowled thrift stores in search of perfect white plates. I had been happy, and I had infinite space to be happy; I never thought that before, but I knew it now. I had tremendous capacity for joy, but it was hard to find.
The green dress from “Atonement.”