...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

He's solid. "You're fractured." He's hopeful. "You're hopeless." He's always there. "You're half there." He's faithful. "You're so not." He's giving. "You're afraid to give." He's honest. "You lie all the time." He's loving. "You don't know how to love.

My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to take risks

No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.

Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But she has lost her hold on reality. Real beauty isn’t thin. It isn’t size two, unless you happen to be four foot ten. What the world sees when they look at you is someone who believes self-worth is all about how she looks, and that very often means that what she’s missing is love. Not someone else’s love. But love and respect for herself.