You know what your problem is, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and admit that yes, life’s a fact. People do fall in love and they do belong to one another because it’s the only chance anyone’s got at real happiness. You call yourself a ‘free spirit’, a ‘wild thing’, and you’re terrified someone’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well, guess what? You’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bound in the east by Somaliland or in the west by Tulip, Texas. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter how much you run, you’ll always run into yourself.

i hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that’s all they do. they don’t pull away, they don’t look away, they don’t try to kiss you. all they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it.

The fantasy is simple. Pleasure is good. And twice as much pleasure is better. That pain is bad. And no pain is better. But the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something. And there is only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.