JoJo
JoJo
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth20 December 1990
CountryUnited States of America
want helping
You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.
said
I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.
pain good-life grief
I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.
heart hands my-heart
Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.
pain
How is it possible to exist with so much pain?
dresses needs wells
... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.
pride luxury knowing
Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirreled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.
world moments that-moment
I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.
eye voice enough
I told him I loved him,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And he just said it wasn’t enough.” Her eyes were wide and bleak . “How am I supposed to live with that?
sleep night brightness
I see all this talent, all this...this energy and brightness and...potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.
eye giving skins
I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.
cutting ideas done
You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are ‘not that sort of person’” “But, I’m not.” “How do you know? You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?
two people stories
...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
ideas people juggling
All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.