I’m a mess of a human! But I’m a human. And I’ve got nothing figured out. And I don’t know what future holds. Or who it holds for both of us. And I hate the uncertainty, and I hate not knowing I always have. What I do know is that I need to sit in silence to find it, and I don’t know where I’ll find it. If it’s on beaches or in warehouses or parties with flashing lights. If it’s another bodies or bedrooms and a sunset or a sunrise. If it’s on bottom on bottles of oceans of pools if it’s in long drives or back in your arms or if it’s in…
Everyone wants to talk about how Khalil died. This ain’t about how Khalil died. It’s about how he lived. Khalil lived! His life mattered! Khalil lived! Khalil lived! Khalil lived! Khalil lived!
read in 2019 [5/?] ↝ the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid
“it’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”
“but of course, they got it wrong. they never did care about getting it right. the media are going to tell whatever story they want to tell. they always have. they always will.” | the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid
