A collection of quotes by Coco J. Ginger.
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We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the loveembodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world.
Coco J. Ginger
She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again...but he will always leave her empty
Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him. What a qerbackle, what an un-fun pickle to be in.
Building an empire...one letter in front of the other.
I don't want to go viral, I want to set hearts on fire.
Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing.Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle.A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth.Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination.
It is in this darkness that I have found all light somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.
She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.
My boy of steel. My man of honor. My perfect friend. My timeless soldier.
Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most.
....hurts not just the heart, but every part.
Make your choice and make it quick, either build a real heart, or get out of my way QUICK.
No one likes you tar-heart baby, no one likes un-fun-ness.
Dear Heart, please go away.
She is happy, she is bright.
Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?Did my silence create desire make you feel things you could not discern?Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?Is my confidence disrupting the girl you LOVE to HATE the most?
She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker,and now she breaks alone.
She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A battle she never felt worth fighting.
All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly.
Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.