I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. I
I had a new persona, not of my choosing. I was Average Dumb Woman Married to Average Shitty Man. He had single-handedly de-amazed Amazing Amy.
He killed my soul, which should be a crime.
El sol seguía siendo ojo furibundo en el cielo. <>.
A theme that has always interested me is how women express anger, how women express violence. That is very much part of who women are, and it's so unaddressed. A vast amount of literature deals with c...
She day-dreamed about dying.
You're a man who cheats on his wife, you can't ever undo that.
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.
Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman’s body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the...
Winter. No one likes winter. It gets dark early, I like that. Why? Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 1...
Why bother? It’s impossible to compete with the dead.
What does an administrative assistant do? I wondered.
We're all bitches in the end, aren't we...
To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I’d found a pile of skulls with hair still attached.
The house was like something from a catalog, and there were two BMWs in the driveway and these were not people who
She followed obligingly, and I kept waiting for those knicks at my heels.
Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.
Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder.
Money is wasted on the rich.
Love should require both partners to be very best at all times.