The thief of love was ego. How weak was love that it could not sustain insecurity? Wasn’t it supposed to do the opposite?
You could search for years and you still won’t be able to know who that woman is, because she doesn’t know herself.
When Olivia unleashes an insult you feel like you’re being assaulted by word bullets.
He looks at me then, and suddenly I know that people are what you truly need to be afraid of. People with eyes that communicate. People who can hurt you so hard you’d wish you were never born.
Underneath my skin and underneath the sinewy tendons of muscle, my bones are rattling. Rrrrrra ta ta ta My marrow cries out, reminding me of who I am. I am Margo Moon.
Fighting was the sandpaper that smoothed out the first years of a relationship. Sure, there was still plenty of lifelong grit after that, but the fighting stripped everything down, let the other person know what was important to you.
When I left, I had just been one of his heartbreaks, not his first. The first was powerful; it changed you. My own had been so devastating, altering the way I looked at men and love. And it wasn’t something that just wore off with time, returning you to your previous state of belief. Once you lost your faith, it was gone.
I was looking for the flaws in others and that was unfair when I had so many myself.
Since when did it become easier to be crazy than cheated on, you know? It’s just nicer to be crazy than to be unloved. What.
What type of world was this where the people who you thought loved you the most were the betrayers?
I was not a face. I was tired of being called pretty. I was tired of people seeing my potential. I could be whoever I wanted to be, and for now, that was a bartender.
Aside from the unbearable heart pain, feelings of inadequacy, sporadic tears, and hopelessness, I kind of like being single. You’re not responsible to tell anyone where you are or who you’re with. It’s freedom and loneliness, exhilaration and inner calm.
Olivia said something about a redheaded gargoyle with fangs.” I.
Why didn’t you just ask?” “Because I don’t do that. Asking questions is at the forefront of developing relationships.
How many times can a heart be broken before it is beyond mend? How many times can I wish to not be alive? How can one human being cause such a crack in my existence?
Life is but a carousel of four seasons. Unpredictable for the most part. Happy. Unhappy. Content. Searching. Mess up the order, and they still rebound at one point or another.
I’d forgotten to take care of myself. That’s what happened when you were sad.
I want to fight with you about stupid things and then hold you down in my bed and make it up to you.
You have one lousy dream, and you think you’re destined for coloring book greatness.
He’s wearing a white button down, black pants, and suspenders. He’s not my type, but the getup is pretty sexy. Like, put your brother in suspenders and he might become hot too. Okay, that was too far, and I need to stop watching Game of Thrones. Kit.