In fact, sometimes she looks at me in this way I can’t really describe but it does things to my heart. It warms me up, from head to toe and my chest is the epicenter. I just want to bottle that look and hold onto forever, open it on a cold, foggy day and feel bright and alive all over again.
We are forever surrounded by ash. But we are fire. And fire rises.
But sometimes we have to reach rock bottom. Sometimes you have to know what that feels like in order to lift yourself up from it.
Life has other plans for us, greater than the ones we have for ourselves.
I want to tell her all the filthy things I think about, be real, raw and unfiltered. I want to make her cheeks flush from my dirty mouth and her body squirm with desire.
I also had another motto: Fool me once, shame on me. You won’t fool me twice.
You look like a Disney Princess.” “A Disney Princess?” “Yeah,” he whispers roughly. “One of those princesses who look like they might give you a BJ if you play your cards right but in the end she probably won’t.
We learn so that we may succeed, and that goes for anything in life, including the arts. It’s a falsity that the moment we earn money or wish to earn money for our creations that it ceases to become art.
Your heart is where my home is. I’ll go wherever your heart goes.
Losing love is lonely. Losing it because of something you did is deathly.
Your young heart is a wild, elastic thing. Now, I fear that age and time and experience stretches it too hard, too far, and it will never snap back.
I missed you. Always. You’re standing right in front of me and I still miss you.
You were it for me. I gave my heart to you and I never got it back. I don’t even think I wanted it back.
The saying goes, if you love something, let it go. I always though it was better to just shoot the damn thing so it’d never go anywhere.
The last thing I remember from last night was blabbing to Penny about how much I love Michael Keaton as Batman before someone must have ushered me off to bed.
Hell isn’t fire and brimstone. It’s New York City.
I decide to give them names. The pit bull is Ed. The terrier is Emily. I like giving human names to dogs. It’s more respectable that way. It tells them they’re one of us and reminds us of the same.
The ones who do the dirty deeds can never really be washed clean.
I’ll tell you what,” he says, running his thumb over my lips. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time. And I’ve been wanting to do a hell of a lot more.
No matter how badly you push it away and ignore it, the pain of loss never really goes away.