Sarah Noffke

You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.

Taking a risk to survive isn__ that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.

Travel makes existentialists of us all.

I__ an anchor and he is the sea and I sink into his tenderness as he presses my hand to his heart.

Don__ make loss in your life make you a loser.

Most people aren__ happy. They sing songs like they are. Make up cute little stories. Post pics of the rare times when life wasn__ dreadful. Most people are stomaching this whole affair called life. Are these people complainers? Probably. Most are. But they__e also just blokes who__e too afraid to take a risk. So they live lives in a redundant cycle of complacent apathy. Then these people wallow around day after day in their unhappiness. The more you do that, the more you lose sight of the chances you could take to make things better.

The world is dictated by our desires rather than our thoughts. The prior puts the latter in motion.

My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I__ seconds away from igniting.

No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I__ forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I__l come up short and suffocate.

Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I__ fight to protect, one I__ die to keep.

One of the many reasons I love libraries. Everyone is lost and not wanting to be found in a library.

Millions of pages cloaked in dust and inspiration and wisdom.

Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.

Sometimes the best thing about us isn__ what we__e gifted with, but what we can make others feel just by our very nature of existing.

Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It__ all greedy yearning.

My dark secret is I__e always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It__ a difficult thing to do.

Right now in this space, I feel a brand new pull to him. I__e always been drawn to his features, his brilliance, his laughter, his passion. But right now I__ attracted to his pain. It makes him human. It makes him real. It makes him something he hardly ever is to me: accessible.

Wars are won from a wink, a gesture, an event that transpired a millennium before the battle. Humanity has always been saved by small acts; the ones where someone gained a piece of their own puzzle, not the ones where a hero stood prodigious on a battlefield.