Aisling_Alex_

Add friend
Sign in to Goodreads to learn more about Aisling_Alex_.


Loading...
Ashe Vernon
“When he says he doesn’t love you anymore, roll your shoulders back and look him in the eye even when it feels like your ribs are breaking inward; like spider legs.

When he digs up old aches that he swore he forgave you for, smile and ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.

Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper running all the way up your throat to your mouth.

When he blames you for mistakes that wear his face, do not scream.

Do not cry.

Tell him that there are boys who would be proud to say they’d love you.

Tell him that in two years you won’t even remember his name and don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.

When he leaves, ignore the howling in your blood and do not get up after him. Not even to lock the door.

Do not, do not, DO NOT. Smell his shirts when you box them up to give them back. Not one.

Swear off dating when you realize you’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.

It’s okay to cry over him. It’s even okay to forgive him. But do not go back to him if he did not know how to love you the first time. He won’t know how to do it the next.”
Ashe Vernon

Ashe Vernon
“I am a cathedral of almost-lovers”
Ashe Vernon

Guy de Maupassant
“Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.”
Guy de Maupassant

Melina Marchetta
“Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?”
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road

Louis de Bernières
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin

year in books
hiba
466 books | 662 friends

Lexi
1,655 books | 1,548 friends

nini ♥︎
816 books | 3,935 friends

Kalena
3,917 books | 2,409 friends

jasmeen
600 books | 59 friends

a
a
687 books | 354 friends

aashna
646 books | 754 friends

Lia Yul...
826 books | 521 friends

More friends…



Polls voted on by Aisling_Alex_

Lists liked by Aisling_Alex_