In The Weeds Bk Borison Quotes

But that’s the thing about happiness, I guess. You can show whatever you want to the world and not feel a lick of it inside yourself.

I know you came back here because you were looking for your happy. But Evie, you gave me mine while you were looking for yours and I think it's only fair if I try to return the favor.

SEASONS CHANGE AND SO DO WE

Doing less doesn’t make you less.

I'm starting to think I made a mistake. When I taugh you how to love. If you think love means having to sacrifice bits of yourself to make someone else happy. If you are afraid to ask after what you want. Maybe I did something wrong.

I swear I’ve turned into the tin man since she started sleeping in my house. A bunch of rattling cans, looking around for where the hell my heart got off to.

It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.” I clear the cobwebs out of my throat. “Trying to be happy?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “That doesn’t work. Trying to be happy is like—it’s like telling a flower to bloom.” He crosses his ankles and drags his palm against his stubble. “You can’t make yourself be happy. But you can be open to it. You can trust yourself enough to feel it when you stumble on it.” I

It’s okay to want different things,” she says. “People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.

It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.

Evie is like a tide rolling in and clipping me at my ankles. A low, forceful tug. A blissful inevitability.

The miscommunication here is . . .” She trails off, grumbling under her breath. “What?” “It’s extremely frustrating for me as a bystander in this relationship of yours.

Never in my life have I been so turned on by parallel parking.

I feel like an impostor.

Not every day is a happy one and it shouldn't be. It's in the trying, I think.

Maybe this is what happy is supposed to be. A person, a place. A single moment in time.

I wanted to do more than kiss her in the kitchen.

I’m not great at listening to myself. Some days I push myself too hard. Some days we don’t get a single customer and I panic about losing everything. Some days I make up an elaborate story with my best friend and pretend we’re in a relationship so a social media influencer likes us more.” She gives me a rueful grin. “Some days I’m so tired I can hardly remember my name. And that’s what’s expected, right? When you own a business. I

You can’t make yourself be happy. But you can be open to it. You can trust yourself enough to feel it when you stumble on it.

It’s okay to want different things,” she says. “People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.” Seasons change and so do we.

I want to talk to her about her day and then fuck her senseless up against the wall. I want to make her grilled cheese and tomato soup and then spread her out on my table.

think we’re told that we should embrace the grind. The work. That everything will be worth it in the end. But sometimes we need rest more than we need another thing on our list. And that’s okay. I’m learning that’s really okay.

Do not name him, I tell myself. If I give him a name, I’ll bring him home,

I make a decision sitting in the front seat of my truck, my thumb across her knuckles. I don’t know what we’re doing, how long it’ll last, when she’ll leave again. But I’ll take all her pieces while I have her. I’ll take whatever she can give me, for as long as she can.

People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.

Seasons change and so do we.

I think—I think we’re told that we should embrace the grind. The work. That everything will be worth it in the end. But sometimes we need rest more than we need another thing on our list. And that’s okay. I’m learning that’s really okay.

I didn’t realize falling in love could be so simple. Bacon in a take-out container and earplugs in the bottom of a handbag.

Sometimes the right thing for one person isn't the nice thing for someone else.

I need to realize that sometimes a shooting star isn't magic at all; sometimes it's just a bunch of space dust burning through the atmosphere. Sometimes you don't get a wish.

When did we stop marveling at the world around us? When did we stop looking at the stars?