Andrea Gibson Quotes

In gym class, a girl called me a dyke and I didn't have the language to tell her she was wrong and right. I just showed up at her house promising to paint my fingernails red with what would gush from her busted face if she ever said it again.

"I loved you from our first date at the batting cages when I missed twenty-three balls in a row and you looked at me like I was a home run in the ninth inning of the world series. Now every time i hear the word "love" I think, "going, going...

Brave
Is a hand-me-down suit from
Terrified as hell

I know how much the pain of this world weighs but I can still tip the scales in light's direction whenever I have your name on my tongue.

And I wasn’t gonna be just ok.

I was gonna be perfect.

Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?

I want to break every promise I have made to my pain.

All living is storm chasing
Every good heart has lost its roof
Let all the walls collapse at your feet.
Scream “timber” when they ask you how you are.
“Fine” is the suckiest word, it’s the opposite of “here.

We all have hearts that wanna be old pick-up trucks
permanently parked in someone's front yard.

WHEN ASKED IF I BELIEVE IN “GOOD PEOPLE,” I SAY I BELIEVE IN PEOPLE WHO ARE COMMITTED TO KNOWING THEIR OWN WOUNDS INTIMATELY. PEOPLE WHO READ THEIR WOUNDS’ DIARIES, WHO FOLLOW THEIR WOUNDS OUT WINDOWS, DOWN LADDERS, ASKING, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHAT DO YOU NEED? HOW CAN I INTERVENE BEFORE A CRUEL THING IS DONE OR SAID?

THERE IS NO WEAPON
MORE DANGEROUS
THAN A WOUND

I’ve had many jobs before this one and will have many after, but this is where I learn one of the most vital lessons: if your own story is one you aren’t sure you can survive, remove whatever sharpness you can from another person’s life.

Maybe it's coming out of the closet with all of it, knowing even when the truth isn't hopeful the telling of it is.

I BELIEVE PART OF THE VIOLENCE OF OUR CULTURE STIRS FROM THE MYTH THAT KINDNESS IS NATURAL. I DON’T THINK KINDNESS IS NATURAL. I THINK KINDNESS WOULD ONLY BE NATURAL IN A WORLD WHERE NO ONE IS HURT, AND EVERYONE IS HURT. SO KINDNESS IS WORK. KINDNESS IS OUR KNEES IN THE GARDEN WEEDING OUR BITES, OUR APATHIES, OUR COLD SHOULDERS, OUR SILENCES, OUR CRUELTIES, WHATEVER TAUGHT US THE WORD “UGLY.

My last day as My Own Worst Enemy will be December 31st 2020. In my final two weeks I will:
1) Fire my inner critic, or at least demote it to part time
2) Assure my passions have the tools they need to unionize with my actions
3) Sit naked on the photocopy machine so there are one hundred copies of my ass to kiss when I’m gone.

Though I suspect it won’t bode well for acquiring a positive referral letter, it’s important I state that I’m unwilling to train a replacement in this position. It is my suggestion that the job be eliminated altogether, and that no future person take on the task.