“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“It's only later that I'll see you're feeding me rehearsed lines and perfectly timed smiles and gasps and tears that come at precisely the right moment. A year from now I'll be screaming "Fuck you, FUCK YOU" into a pillow because I won't have the guts to say the words to your face. But right now, a boy is staring… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share
“The sad swims through your veins, dives right into the middle of your chest with no help at all from me.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Something in me is dimming, something that I already know I can’t get back. But you’re worth it. You are. I will tell myself… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You're a maze, all high edges and endless loops. I can't find a way out, can't see where I've been. It's all running, lost… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You knew that if you survived that accident, there's no way I could ever leave you again. Not unless I want your blood on… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“I'm telling you - guys like Gavin, they're real snakes in the grass.” — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“You're not very deep." You say these cutting words thoughtfully, to yourself, almost as though you're surprised. They hit me somewhere below my ribs. I think of the dictionary app on my phone that I have to use all the time when I'm reading stuff like The Master and Margarita or The Awakening. Or that one time when I missed… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share
“Sometimes I believe I can't take any more. But I'm slowly healing. Slowly, so slowly. But every conversation is a stake into an open wound. Heartbreak ins't how it's portrayed. It's so much worse. It's devotion to a person who no longer wants you. It's obsession and depression. Somehow, some way, I think I'll be okay. I know I'll always… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share
“I'm not over the moon. I'm on the moon. It's surreal, this happiness. I'm scared the universe will notice and take you away from… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“When you're a stupid girl in love, it's almost impossible to see the red flags. It's so easy to pretend they're not there, to… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I cry, wondering how it was possible that I could have been so goddamn weak, so f*cking spineless. Without you around, I can… — Heather Demetrios Copy Share Image
