Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
Love is like quicksand, you’re fucked before you even know you’re in it.
You can’t keep people the way you can keep old jewelry in your closet that your great grandmother gave you when you were 6. Our parents should’ve told us that when we were playing together on our bikes when we were 9. They should’ve looked out the window and reminded us that one day we will have to learn to grow in separate places. They should’ve hung up the phone when we called at 13 and said “she’s busy with homework” or “he’s out with friends” instead of ignoring the no phone after 9 pm rule. Our parents should have warned us that growing roots around each other wasn’t safe because one day we’d fall asleep in different time zones and we’d always feel like a part of us was left behind. You can’t hold onto people the way you can hold onto old photographs. Our parents forgot to mention how much our organs have in common with the people we’ll always love; sometimes we forget that they are apart of us until they are gone and we will never breathe quite the same again.
— Things our parents never told us