It’s painful when you remember good things about the person who broke your heart. It’s better to remember the things you hated, if only to keep the anger stronger than the sadness. He.
I think of myself as being perfectly photoshopped. If I started scraping at the layers of what I’m suppressing – what I’ve put a pretty picture over – things would start looking pretty ugly.
Oh, and when you kiss me and pull away to tell me I’m pretty? Don’t like that one damn bit. Why can’t you just be like other guys who ignore their girlfriends? It’s so unfair that I have to deal with this.
Your thoughts turned from a romantic comedy to a psychological suspense. A genre switch. What a joke. Wedged in-between all of the good memories were dark slivers: fights, text messages, dissonance. You remembered how lonely you’d been feeling, and the dark slivers became more pronounced. They pushed apart the good memories until they stood on their own.
Sometimes when I’m drunk, I think that loving you is sane.
Every pretentious, made up moment of my life will be yours. Welcome, follower!
You don’t start searching for truth until something goes terribly wrong and you realize that you need it. There’s no going back after that.
Overbearing mothers usually give way to one of two things in their children: rebellion or passivity.
You are going to destroy me, you know that?’ I knew.
She gets up, and I see her march to the front of the plane where the flight attendant meets her. I point my straw at her back and whisper, “Avada Kedavra.
Seattle gives you your breath back. Fills your lungs. I take it in and feel like I can breathe for the first time in my life.
It feels like parts of me keep being taken; eaten by disease, hacked off, snapped in two.
My mother hasn’t been speaking to me. She wanted me to forgive Neil, which was fine. There was room in my heart for forgiveness; there wasn’t room in my life for someone who constantly needed it.
I kill because I can. I kill because no one stops me. I kill because no one is stopping them. I kill to protect the innocent.
Your silence, Senna, I hear it so loudly.
She’s beautiful, but in a shameful way. One I’m not sure I’m supposed to appreciate. Everything about her is captivating, like the aftermath of a storm. People aren’t supposed to get pleasure out of destruction Mother Nature is capable of, but we want to stare anyway. – Silas Nash.
I’ve never eaten scallops, but he tells me they’re his favorite. They have the texture of a tongue, and I briefly consider that he’s sending me a message.
Music tells a lot about a person. I don’t have to have a memory to know that. – Charlize “Charlie” Wynwood.
A woman’s greatest foe is sometimes her hope that she’s imagined it all. That she herself is crazy rather than the circumstances of her life. Funny the emotional responsibility a woman is willing to take on just to maintain an illusion.
You get really angry when you’re hungry. You get hangry. – Silas Nash.