she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.
She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.
To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world.
I like that you let yourself be surprised
She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to