Beautiful Mess Deep Self Quotes Novels & Stories

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

No soul. “I’m really glad that you had fun today” “You know, my Dad always says that the rain is a sign of blessing, so let’s table it this way, that the heavens are pleased with us, wish I’m not sure cause they said that the gays are all going to hell” “I won’t mind being in hell, so long as we’re together, that’s all that matters” “Fuck, close these glasses you getting me wet Annie!” Betty spat. “Oh, not yet bebe I just haven’t started”

“I’m such a mess. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. Why do I just keep crying? I thought I was done with that bullshit. I never used to cry like this, especially in front of people. And now, it’s all I seem to do.” “It’s fine. Don’t apologize,” I murmured, pressing my cheek to her hair. “You’re not a mess.” “I’m a fucking mess,” she argued brokenly. “I…I…I just don’t get how things keep feeling worse and worse. When is it going to get better again?” I shook my head. “Sometimes, you have to sink all the way to the bottom of the pool before you can reach a sturdy enough base to really push yourself back up to the surface again.”