There’s no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.
Coffee goes great with sudden death.
I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.
My dad had limitations. That’s what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.
To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.
Problems always start long before you really, really see them.
Safer to be feared than loved.
I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.
What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.
People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.
People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.
I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.
I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.
The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.
Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial – you’d think all women do is clean and bleed.
She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.
Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
Sometimes I think I won’t ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.
My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what’s under the rock and people who don’t, and for some reason I’ve always been one of those to say, ‘Hey, let’s flip over that rock.’
To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.