Mares eat oats and Does eat oats

and little lambs eat ivy.

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“Why won’t you hold me?” I ask, drawing back a little.

He laughs a little, holds out his hands as if in explanation. They are covered in dirt and paint and blood.

I pull his hand to mine, put my palm against his. I can feel the grit of sand, the slick of paint, and the cuts and scrapes that speak of his own journey.

"It will all come clean," I tell him.

Ally Condie, Crossed

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Our time together feels like a storm, like wild wind and rain, like something too big to handle but too powerful to escape. It blows around me and tangles my hair, leaves water on my face, makes me know that I am alive, alive, alive. There are moments of calm and pause as there are in every storm, and moments when our words fork lightening, at least for each other.
Ally Condie, Matched

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I won’t always be this.

I know that I won’t always be this because I haven’t always been this. 

I will be more. 

I am different from who I was 4 years ago. I am different from who I was 4 months ago. I am different even from who I was 4 days ago in much bigger ways that I was expecting. 

And so on days when I can’t look in the mirror, days where I am crying over a plate of food, days where I refuse to look at my newly posted grades, days where I feel like I’m at a dead end job, days where I just feel so totally stuck, I just have to remind myself that I won’t always be this. 

I will be more