And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.
Karen Marie MoningA woman whoโs lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, arenโt you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up
Karen Marie MoningWords can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.
Karen Marie Moning