Landon & Shay: Part One

When someone saw your pain and didn’t look away, it felt like a gift, like they were allowing you to be exactly who you were without shame or judgments.

When you stopped allowing toxins into your system, it meant getting rid of certain types of people in your life, too. Addictions didn’t only come in the form of alcohol or narcotics. Some of the worst addictions in one’s life could be the people allowed into it. I’d learned to be very selective about who I allowed into my world. It turned out, you didn’t need a big circle of people to be content. You simply needed the right people.

If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist.” “And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.

Everyone had cracks and cuts that bled into their soul each night. Some people were simply better at hiding them.

Funny how you could be a different character in different people’s storybooks.

I think that’s an unfair playing field.” “Why do you say that?” “Because my truths aren’t really something worth loving.

I love you in the light and in the dark. I love you like a whisper and like a shout. I love your good days and your bad days, and I love you. All of you. Every single piece … And every single scar.

It scares me a little,” she confessed. “Whatever’s happening in my heart when I’m around you…it scares me.” “It scares me too, but I know one thing for certain,” I said, placing my fingers beneath her chin and raising it so we were looking into each other’s eyes. “What’s that?” “I’m going to love loving you as much as I loved hating you

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved. In secret, between the shadow and the soul.” -Pablo Neruda

a promise from a former liar was the hardest truth to believe.

Tell me your secrets, and I’ll tell you mine,

To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.” “I

I think I was born with a hole in my heart. It doesn’t beat like it’s supposed to, and I don’t know if that makes it unworthy of love.

I don't think you tell people you love them just so you can hear it back. I think you tell people you love them because it feels like a rocket in your soul. The love becomes so powerful that it shoots through you until you're finally forced to express it through words.

It turned out everyone in the world had scars. Everyone had cracks and cuts that bled into their soul each night. Some people were simply better at hiding them.

...we’re all a little broken. If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.

She inched closer to me, moving her lips gently against mine. Her inhales became mine, and my exhales belonged to her.

It’s hard to walk in someone else’s shoes when they don’t fit your feet.

He was a pretty quiet man. Mom always said he thought all his words to death and by the time they were ready to leave his mouth, they came out mute.

The people who show the least emotions are normally the ones who hurt the most

I don’t want to get diabetes. Plus, I don’t sugarcoat anything either. I don’t have the energy to do so.

We’re all little broken. If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.