“Sometimes we don't know where we are going until we get there.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“He was footprints in the snow. Not all loves are meant to last. Some are meant to grace you briefly, before fading,… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“Between the Miles I have always counted the miles. Sometimes they came quick, Other times slow. The distance between things, The way… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we don't know where we are going until we get there.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“I want to be bold and courageous; I want to take ridiculous risks; I want to live every moment with appreciation and consciousness and… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“All I wanted was to merge with the same person who had broken me, thinking that he was the only one who could fill… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“We can reach untainted experiential freedom, by living in the moment as it is—without contemplation. Here we find the possibility of freedom—of just being—living… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“He was always right beside me, but we were never in the same place.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“I suffer from chronic nostalgia. Looking back makes me dizzy, queasy, and I yearn for it, ache for it. I want it back; maybe the homesickness will leave then. But it’s not the way I remember it. I long for a past that I didn’t have, for the same experiences with different emotions, without the pain, without the ambivalence, without… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share
“She grew tired of shielding her body, For societal expectation and propriety, Double standards and sobriety, Ideologies of prudent cries, And boys who made her tell them lies. She wanted a man who’d destroy her reputation, One strong enough to feed her unruly temptation, Not leave her alone in risk of damnation. Someone strong enough to make her feel, Like… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share
“I used to think knots in my stomach meant I really liked someone, but now I knew it was my body’s alarm system telling… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“I rested my chin on my paws, wondering if she’d ever be able to open her heart to another man-human. I knew firsthand how… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
“You should only fall in love with someone whose arms are open, and strong enough to catch you.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
