My brain had been burping up such inappropriate thoughts at inopportune moments. Mental gas I couldn’t control.
Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich.
Maybe that is what I like best about him, the way he makes me. Not makes me feel, just makes me.
La mayoría de las cosas buenas y hermosas son llevadas a cabo por mujeres menospreciadas por la mayoría.
I’ve suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.
I’m not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age. It is the truth: My value has decreased.
It was kind of romantic. Catastrophically romantic.
It was a compliment to Nick—C was the correct answer—but he just gave a sour smile when I showed
It feels nice, after my recent series of nervous, respectful post-feminist men, to be a territory.
If she's sad or upset or angry, she needs to be alone-she fears a man dismissing her womanly tears.
I was the embodiment of every writer's worst fear: a cliché.
I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.
I was never really on my side in any argument.
I sat at the bottom of the bathtub, humiliated, trying not to cry. So
I opened the door. Nonononono.
I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should.
I just want to live until I can’t anymore.
I feel very sad about those girls, I said, but it sounded artificial, like a beauty contestant pledging world peace. I did feel sad, but articulating it seemed cheap to me.
I don’t want to panic them,’ I said. ‘If we don’t
I don’t feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don’t clarify, I don’t doubt, I don’t worry. Idon’t tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as...