"I’ve reached a point where I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I do what I need to do, to feel good, but I’m built the way I am. The dancer’s feet, the bruises on my legs, they’re not going to go away. I think real girls have bruises. Tough chicks get bruised. They get dirty. And they have fun.”
My love, my dear, true love- the earth took pity on me for it saw that I cannot be without you, so she gives you back in forms she could fathom. My love, you float around me the way dust seemingly dances in the presence of sunlight. You hold me the way the first snowfall blankets a sullen city. You come to me the way rivers find its way back to the sea. So I stand by my window and welcome the rain. Everything is teeming with you.
And it’s like you were never gone. (x)
“Bottom line is, even if you see ‘em coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”