“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 the deep love we never want to lose.” — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“My world, created by glass and flame in the birth of your heat, implodes inside the shadowed walls of my heart. I swallowed the… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“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… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“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… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
“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
“I gave my heart to a man who loved me, who wanted to be with me. Who ultimately was afraid of all I offered.… — Rachel Thompson Copy Share Image
