“My world, created by glass and flame in the birth of your heat, implodes inside the shadowed walls of my heart. I swallowed the shards you gave me, your eyes on mine. Nothing is easy. I wait, feeling your hands… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share
“My world, created by glass and flame in the birth of your heat, implodes inside the shadowed walls of my heart. I swallowed the shards you gave me, your eyes on mine. Nothing is easy. I wait, feeling your hands holding the shattered pieces of my soul together in the molten, darkest recesses of the heart you claimed, unwilling to… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share
“Like a butterfly in glass, I want to fly away to you but the invisible walls contain me. It’s not time. Hard to accept when I feel your words calling to me. Your soul beckoning me with its pull. Come to me, you say in one breath; stay, you say in another. I taste your lips on mine and pray… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share
“In a surreal gift from the universe, time both stands still and flies past you in that singular moment when you find out someone… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“Silence is one of worst, most vocal enemies, yet people go through many bouts of depression not sharing what is happening. People don’t understand that, but as someone who suffers from it, I can tell you that it’s difficult to be objective about the gray. I described depression to my therapist as a misty fog that surrounds me, heavy on… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share
“She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other. If she could go back, she thinks -- She would open her eyes, instead of her heart.” — Rachel Thompson Copy Share
“If a man changes a toilet paper roll & no one is around to see it, did it really happen? #Mancode question of the day.” — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“This is a book about fracture. About the experiences that make up a life. About the pieces of me. Delving into naked emotion is… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“Women have rooms inside of us men cannot fathom. It’s where we store the depths of the hurt we’ve been dealt. Where we store… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“Some events are so harrowing, they either shape who we become or we move past them. They either break us entirely, or we pick… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“Distance and time don't diminish, can't change, trauma. You don't wake up one day done with it. It haunts you, as a ghost glides… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“I still can’t wrap my mind around crossing that line of human behavior – civilized people punching and fighting, making violence their communication of… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
