Kathleen Glasgow Quotes & Sayings

I'm always losing things. — Kathleen Glasgow

Girl listens to radio. Girl finds music. Girl has whole other world.

Girl slips on headphones. World gone. — Kathleen Glasgow

I'm no stranger to fucking up. — Kathleen Glasgow

She's not a cookie, or a book, or a record on a shelf. You can't just play with her and then put her back. — Kathleen Glasgow

I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller? — Kathleen Glasgow

Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you. — Kathleen Glasgow

Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there. — Kathleen Glasgow

Each aberration of my skin is a song. Press your mouth against me. You will hear so much singing. — Kathleen Glasgow

That's how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises. — Kathleen Glasgow

That's what was in my head in the attic when I took broken glass from my tender kit and began to cut myself into tiny pieces. — Kathleen Glasgow

After he died, my mother was like a crab: she tucked everything inside and left only her shell. — Kathleen Glasgow

Casper didn't give me direction for what to do if somebody I used to really like-like, somebody who would be somebody good to love, somebody right, somebody who understood about me, turned out to not have the same ideas about me. — Kathleen Glasgow

...I'm in a little bubble of warmth, just like I had with Ellis, a place I never thought I'd be again. — Kathleen Glasgow

I'm running blind, ghosts swallowing me. — Kathleen Glasgow

Riley's sway as he disappeared down the alley, I recognized it. It wasn't booze. It was the thing that happened when a little too much got a little too messed up. They sway, it's what creeps over a person when they've begun to empty out and don't care enough to put anything back, to replace what has been lost. — Kathleen Glasgow

They make me...they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don't know, like weighted down, but then these patches... — Kathleen Glasgow

Go be absolutely, positively, fucking angelic. — Kathleen Glasgow

People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa — Kathleen Glasgow

It is a though he is spreading a veil of protectiveness over me, and I am greedy for it. — Kathleen Glasgow

I blink at myself. I could be a girl, a real girl. I could be a possibility, with Mikey. Couldn't I? — Kathleen Glasgow

Everyone here seems to know exactly what they need, but I leave without a thing. — Kathleen Glasgow

People aren't nice, people aren't nice, you should know that by now. — Kathleen Glasgow

Everything and everybody that's busted can be fixed. That's what I think. — Kathleen Glasgow

+"I think u are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when u don't know how to be. — Kathleen Glasgow

I don't feel sad. For just now, I don't feel scared. I feel, for right now, well, kind of triumphant. — Kathleen Glasgow

...when I look at my arms, I don't think revolutionary. I think sad, and pain, but not revolutionary. — Kathleen Glasgow

Keep your shit together and stay strong, he whispers in my ear. — Kathleen Glasgow

defiant, and her words have rough, girlish hope. The — Kathleen Glasgow

Don't let the cereal eat you. It's only a fucking box of cereal, but it will eat you alive if you let it. — Kathleen Glasgow

I think Temple is wrong. I don't think I'd dig that kind of art party at all. — Kathleen Glasgow

I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth. That mattered to me, their accidental beauty. — Kathleen Glasgow

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die. — Kathleen Glasgow

She said,"Don't be scared, little one. — Kathleen Glasgow

I room with Louisa. Louisa is older and her hair is like a red-and-gold noisy ocean down her back. There's so much of it, she can't even keep it in with braids or buns or scrunchies. Her hair smells like strawberries; she smells better than any girl I've ever known. I could breathe her in forever.

My first night here, when she lifted her blouse to change for bed, in the moment before that crazy hair fell over her body like a protective cape, I saw them, all of them, and I sucked my breath in hard.

She said, "Don't be scared, little one."

I wasn't scared. I'd just never seen a girl with skin like mine. — Kathleen Glasgow

I think, Charlie, you have talent. I do. But I don't think you'll get far until you examine yourself and study.Until you let yourself be your subject. That's the exquisiteness of youth: you are allowed the luxury of vanity, of self-examination. Take it! Don't be ashamed of yourself. — Kathleen Glasgow

You can't break my heart, she cries, breathy and furious. You can't own my soul. What I have, I made, what I have is mine. What I have I made, what I have is mine. — Kathleen Glasgow

Who Knew I'd Make Her So Blue. — Kathleen Glasgow

I just want to feel better. My own body is my deepest enemy. It wants, it wants, it wants and when it does not get, it cries and cries and I punish it. How can you live in fear of your own body? — Kathleen Glasgow

Because when everything is said and done... the world runs on kindness. It simply has to, or we'd never be a able to bear ourselves. It might not seem so to you now, but it will when you're older." ~Ariel — Kathleen Glasgow

Oh, Leonard, I think. I'm in a heap of trouble. — Kathleen Glasgow

Evan always used to day that it wasn't that you couldn't see that you should be afraid of, but what was right in front of you, in plain sight. — Kathleen Glasgow

I think you are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when you don't know how to be. If that makes any sense? — Kathleen Glasgow