Aryca Hillary
Bio
Lover. Sister. Writer.
“If you go home with
somebody and they
don’t have books,
don’t f*** them.”
~ John Waters
Stories (6/0)
Exploits of the Young & Shameless
"...but is it wrong to think oneself a god walking among mere mortals?" Strange question to be asked while standing in a smoky bathroom queue in northern California, the inflection hanging heavy in the air right in front of my cheap beer buzz grin. I examined her discreetly; her features were aged but I knew she was probably no more than forty, mouth puckered 'round the edges from too many cigarettes, too much sordid head-giving. Eyes of frosted gray glass encircled by crow's feet and bags of swollen purple, caked with drugstore foundation. These eyes I looked into as I smiled sincerely and rolled her question around my intoxicated mind.
By Aryca Hillaryabout a year ago in Confessions
“It’s Not Your Fault”
It goes like this: his pain was deeply rooted in an unhappy childhood spent wanting, longing for love that should have been freely given from the two people who were supposed to protect him above all else in this world. His aversion to my ‘joie de vivre’ grew from seeds of envy and repression. Here was a grown child who loved to call himself a man, floundering in insecurity and disappointments all piled up on him over the years because there had been no one to show him how to address them, help him file them away somewhere safe. It wasn't about me.
By Aryca Hillary2 years ago in Motivation
For a Patient Man
“Can the purpose of a relationship be to trigger our wounds? In a way, yes, because that is how healing happens; darkness must be exposed before it can be transformed. The purpose of an intimate relationship is not that it be a place where we can hide from our weaknesses, but rather where we can safely let them go...” ~Marianne Williamson
By Aryca Hillary2 years ago in Humans
Guitars & Goodbyes
I couldn't stay, heartbroken as I was. I couldn't sit on the couch he hated. I no longer enjoyed showering in the shower he was too tall for. I couldn't sleep in the bed I had hoped would one day be "ours". So I woke up one particularly crappy Wednesday and began packing.
By Aryca Hillary3 years ago in Fiction
