Quotes by Crystal Woods

I had a dream about you last night. We were in your old Civic. Nine Inch Nails was turned up on the stereo and I was taking pictures of you behind the wheel with my disposable camera. We went through the drive through at El Pollo Loco, placed an order for a hundred bucks worth of food, and then just drove off at the window. I miss being stupid with you.

Its hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after weve ended a good fight.

Realizing that many you once thought the world of are nothing but glorified assholes means youve grown up. 

Everydays a honeymoon. Cuz darling, I love you to the moon.

I love you madly, forever.

(Divorce)We’ll remarry someday when we’ve grown, Like royalty who’ve earned the throne. An aisle made of gold, To have and to hold.My dress made of rags, A suit that’s so torn.All eyes are on me,But mine only on you. You give your hand,A king to his queen,But know this darling,Mulligans aren’t for the weak. By changing the rules,We’re changing the war,The wounds that we’ve known,Battle stains on the floor.But from this day on,The same as before, You are the apple,My eyes still adore.Worth more than one shot,Though we’ll face the worst a lot,Better days will come,If we stay and don’t run.And if a wave takes us out,I know we’ll figure it out. And if the current takes us in, I know we’ll do it all again.

When you leave, I feel like Im alone with your demons.

At the end of the day, were all striving to be touched, somehow.

Dont cry about it. Write about it.

If theres something Im not good at, its usually because I just organically despise it. I cant help that. Im fabulous at too many other things to waste my time faking it.

Unknowingly, he prepared me to survive the rest of my days with the way he shielded himself from emotional vulnerabilities that slowly destroy the rest of us.

Of all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.

My sincerest gratitude to every ass hole, horrible boss, and worthless piece of shit Ive ever met for giving me new and endless material to work with and a way to earn a living exposing you.

I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.

I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut, like I always did, being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head. I’m sorry I sometimes forgot it and left you with a bald spot. And, I’m sorry we didn’t work out. But you look pretty happy on Instagram.

Just smile, breath, and give thanks (and there is always a reason to), because it beats the hell out of the alternative.

When nothing is at stake, everythings a waste.

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.

Just as the world spun us into existence, it will spin on long after we are gone.