47 Quotes by Jessica Gadziala

All I knew was that numb, for any prolonged period of time, was not good. Numb was when you turned to a bottle. Numb was when you turned to a knife. Numb was when the demons had a chance to whisper in your ear.

The waking up was the worst. That slow, growing realization that you lived through it. That you were awake to go through it again. That your body was stronger than you thought. That there was so much more to be endured.

A mantra like one of those ridiculous self-help hypnosis cds playing in my head on a loop: I am a strong, confident, sexually experienced woman who does not need to feel ashamed of her nudity.

A man like Paine told you to follow him into hell, you ignored the demons and fire and went with him.

Being inside her was like prayer. It was worship. It was the closest to God I had ever been.

Sometimes love didn’t spring up on you in a moment of blinding clarity. Sometimes it crept up on you on a Tuesday night while you were standing at the sink doing dishes, the feeling settling into your soul in a way that made it too heavy to ignore anymore.

I browsed casually, lulled with the smell of novels: paper and glue and magic, mingled with the scent of freshly brewing coffee and the faintest trace of brownies. It was practically narcotic.

I wasn’t lying when I told Reign upon first meeting him that I was a sucker for a good love story. As such, I had a slight obsession with romance novels. And by ‘slight obsession’, I meant I devoured at least three a week... and they weren’t the fade-to-black love scene kind. They were the down and dirty, explicit kind.

Anxiety causes a physical reaction that causes endless symptoms in the physical body that you literally can not control.