Also, gasping is for damsels, and I’m a gangster.
That’s what writers do – the good ones anyway – we watched and we learned the faux pas of human nature. The delicate ways people came undone, the tiny little frays in the tapestry.
Comes in hot flashes. Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, it passes for a bit. But it comes back, boy does it.
I shake my shoulders to get rid of all my feels. I hate these people. They’re so annoying. Except I king of like Silas. Kind of.
The most twisted thing about being an artist comes when you understand you’re creating for one specific person. The painful part is realizing who that person is, and the devastating part is knowing the compulsion will never go away.
Its humble beginnings are that of a parasite, growing in something that is alive, draining its host of beauty. It’s clever – the plight of the splinter. A sort of rags to riches story.
An eye for an eye, I tell myself. A beating for a beating.
Women are stuck in a cycle of insecurity perpetuated by the way men treat them, and we are constantly fighting to prove to ourselves and everyone else that we are okay.
You don’t need anything from anyone, unless it’s the kind of love that chooses you first, always.
Hurt of this magnitude is like menopause,” Phyllis tells me. I’ve just wiped my nose with one of the hats. She takes it from me and hands me a tissue. “Comes in hot flashes. Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, it passes for a bit. But it comes back, boy does it.
My drug was wanderlust. I got high by starting over. We always had a drug. We could replace one with another, but humans were addicts.
Everyone should have someone who cares enough.
If someone doesn’t want you, the only self-respecting thing to do is to let them go.
David used to tell me that not believing in God was a defense mechanism against human suffering. It’s easier to say nothing exists than to say something exists and He just lets us suffer.
You have that thing about you that changes other people.
No one has a right to your happiness. It’s a private thing and you have the right to defend it.
People said, find your tribe. But, who was my tribe, and where were they?
That’s the nature of the truth, though. What’s fun about being dropped into ice water? That’s why half the world walks around wearing rose-colored glasses, watching comedies and reading romance books.
I wish I felt self-conscious about my hair, but truth be told, I look hella cute with psycho hair.
Love is faithful, love is kind, love is patient. Love is not – I wasn’t thinking.