Quotes by Amanda Lovelace

my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.

the only thing required to be a woman is to identifyas one.- period, end of story.

if youdont want toend up insomeone elsespoem,then maybeyou shouldstarttreatingpeoplebetterfor achange.- an unapologetic poet.

My boy?he is evenbetter than books.-fiction has nothing on you.

be waryof the boys whoonly ever tellhalf-thruthsbecause theywill only ever be half in lovewith you-slay those dragons

over the decadesher books becamesuch a part of herthatthe ink somehow escapedher veins & bloomedher favorite words & imagesonto her skin.nowthe worldwould have no doubt:she was thepageboundgirl- page to skin

ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesnthave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.

it is strangehowsisterscanbesaviorsorstrangers& sometimesa bit of both.

it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.

fiction:the oceani diveheadfirstintowhen icanno longerbreathe in re

all of the oceans& galaxiesdid notconspire together tocreate mejust so i couldreproduce for you.-Startling Fact #1

i used to thinki was brokenbecausei never oncespent mydaydreamsplucking swollen pomegranatesfrom someone elses tree.- then i learned that society is broken, not me.

im sorryif iwasnt the daughteryou hadin mind-i only ever wanted to make you proud-

heopened me uplike a book& poured thepoetryback i

revenge was never my intention.-but it still tastes sweeter than honey

they saythey only wantflowersto grow frommy mouth,so i willlook themdeadin theeyeas ishovesoft petalspastmy lips,chewwithmy jawcompletelyunhinged,& spitthemdownattheir feet-i will never be your expectations of me

the love some girls have for other girls is so gentle & so soft & so fucking beautiful, & these girls deserve to have better stories than the ones where they are murdered because they love with too much of their hearts.- love is never a weakness

I was the one thing he had to deny-- the beautiful truth within his terrible lie.-who knew such a young heart could shatter?

ah, life—the thingthat happensto uswhile we’re offsomewhere elseblowing ondandelions& wishingourselves intothe pages ofour favoritefairy tales.