21 Quotes by J. Raymond

Her heart was entirely hers. She wasn’t foolish enough to give it to a boy. Boy’s break things. But there was this one time, a boy dressed up as a man, almost touched it. Almost. But he’s dead now.

It’s not the small of her back, her thighs, or her chest or eyes that matter most. It’s the parts of her she’s afraid to show that you should get to know.

The magic of each day lives in the unknown. It’s waking up as one person, and accepting that when night falls, we may be someone else entirely. So, when you ask what my story is, forgive me – -I’m not quite sure yet.