How To Be Everything Novels & Stories

‘You’re not like everyone else’, is what she would always say in response whenever I used that reasoning. It doesn’t matter what every other woman is doing as they’re doing it because they have to; the ones in our realm of society don’t have to subject themselves to that. “And what exactly would you have preferred I do instead?” I ask rhetorically. “Sit around at home like the perfect little high society princess while I wait to be married off to the man of your choice? Then I could be the picture perfect lobotomised trophy wife?” I wave my hands dramatically. “There’s no need for you to be so dramatic.” My dad grumbles while getting up from the couch.

he shrugs "You're unbelievable" "Why thank you" "It wasn't a compliment" I frown walking to my closet to pick out another set of clothes" "Why is my closet locked Killian?" "Oh yeah I've got the key to that too, oops " he shrugs "Why do you have a key to everything, and why are all my closets locked?" "Because you're the worst person in the world, and I needed the key to lock away everything you love and cherish" "What do you want?, I just want my peace it's Sunday for flip sakes" I flop to the bed almost crying as my voice cracks with my last sentence

I was ten years old when I realized that I needed to be a good actress in order for me to get what I want. I needed to cry real tears if I wanted my father to get me something that I wanted. I needed to pretend like I'm having a panic attack when I wanted to withdraw from school. The key to being a good actress is to always be a thousand steps ahead of everybody, and always be prepared in case anything would go the other way. That and always know how to fake the waterworks. Works like a charm.

We kiss her and hug her before we leave the room. We came to my room and the nurse gave me my medicines and leave us after. "So what's the plan, when we get back?" Tee ask me. "Tell me your plan first" I said to him. "I will still pursue my dreams, just like mother Natalia" Tee said to me. "And what is it?" I ask him. "To be a singer or an actor" Tee said to me with a smile. "That's good bro, by the way grandma Alice offer me a job when we get back, so don't worry I will support you until you reach your dreams!" I said to him

Everyone likes to think that growing up in a certain way doesn't change you. They want to think of themselves as superior, as infallible. As people who cannot be pushed around by the whims of their geography and destinies. They don't know that the biggest lie one can tell is to say, "It can never be me". It will and can always be you. Anytime, any day. You just need to be presented with the right offer under the right circumstances. Even worse for you, if the person presenting the offer knows exactly what you want and can make it happen.

About how to give him the knowledge that took us years to acquire. "You start by telling the truth," I tell him. "You tell them what you're feeling. You tell them what you want. You tell them when you're scared or confused or uncertain. You don't hide behind performance or pretend to be someone you're not. You show up as yourself completely."

Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for. And I look at him. I look at him and I know. I know it's him. It's him I was waiting for. It's him I've always waited for. It's him I fled. It's him I forgot. It's him I found again. It's him who is here. Who will be here. Always. No matter what happens. No matter what I do. No matter what I say. No matter what I choose. And I hate it. I hate not being able to control. Not being able to master. Not being able to run. Not being able to leave. Not being able to forget. Not being able to act like nothing happened. Like I wasn't there. Like he wasn't there. Like we weren't there. Together. In this life

she stuttered. "Nobody asked you to figure anything out, just stand there, that's why you are my personal maid, I might need something right away," he said. Kimberly swallowed hard, she stood backing him. If she didn't know any better, she would have said he wanted her to be everywhere around him every single second. If not, how can someone be so unpredictable? Wanting her to be in the same room with him as he changed? Who does such? What if she mistakenly turns her head backwards? What was going to be his reaction? Didn't he bring it upon himself?

Why is it that the more anxious I get over what is to come, the hotter the intensity of the fire in me? My inner voice said nothing then my soul spoke It said... "You can't have power over everything You can't have it done all your way You can't fix it all even if you could You can't play the creator's role Be still, let all unfold the way it should Adapt to the spontaneous nature of life You can never have total control You can't play the creator's role Sometimes you have to do nothing to have everything I listened to my inner voice, to my soul and now I have peace....

They wanted to keep you sad, little, worthless, and afraid. Smarten up. Show the world who you really are. Show the world your true magnificence but most of all, show yourself some love for god's sake. Love who you are. Fuck you and your limiting beliefs. Live the life you deserve. Be fierce. Don't let anyone or anything stand in your way. Smash blocks, bust down walls, live out loud. You can do big and great things. You deserve everything you want! So as I stand here in what seems like quiet agony, I look at Brendan.