Have you ever started to wave at someone and then realized they weren’t really waving at you, so you abort and go for a head scratch instead? That’s how I felt.
I actually felt awed by the remote possibilities of the person liked ever liking you back a corresponding amount.
Her fatigue was gone; she felt vital and strong, like a tree coming back to life in the springtime, vibrant with sap, ready to put out buds and then blossoms.
This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.
Once undressed I felt less exposed. (...) Naked was my uniform. (...) There was no pressure to conform.
She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.
Flower coffee—less caffeinated, more romantic. I wanted to be with her, but when I was, I felt like I’d rather wither.
The sunlight blinded her. She felt purified by its rays. She had been in the dark for so long, and in so many ways.☥ Children of Ankh series
Another woman told Constant what it was the crowd felt it had a right to. 'We have a right to know what's going on!' she cried.
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down
My spine spoke to me; I felt vulnerable, like he was gradually covering me in a heavy layer of gold without even having to touch me.
I felt this awful obligation to be charming or at least have something to say, and the pressure of having to be charming (or merely verbal) incapacitates me.
...But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to stay, more than a porch to sleep on. They needed a home, right? They needed love.
I felt that my life was permanently damaged, that I could never be normal again, that the rest of my life would just be a shell.
I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn't sure I could do that when it was my turn.
They passed the point where they'd made their previous retreat, but this time felt no urgency or fear. For some reason the dubious energy field was gone.
Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.
It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.
I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.
With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.
And then, despite all these concerns, Arnette felt her mind begin to loosen, the images of the day unwinding inside her like a spool of thread, pulling her down into sleep.
