He'd come back from a night out drinking, and I'd ask him how the bar was, whatever bar, and he'd so often say: Totally inundated bgy Lost Causes, his code for women my age. At the time, a girl barely...
He was a good man, she said, dullness with an obligatory injection of empathy. No, he wasn’t, I said, and she laughed like she clearly hadn’t in a month.
He thought I’d be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind. In my two years on the job I’d consistently fallen short of expectations.
He never had the talent, just the hard wish.
He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions.
He has that look, like I am being unreasonable, like he is so sure I am being unreasonable that I wonder if I am.
He felt like an animal limping away, some wounded buck that needed to be put down.
Hay una diferencia entre querer de verdad a una persona y querer la idea que te has hecho de ella.
Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.) And yet: Don't land me in one of those relationships where we're always pecking a...
Everyone is nice. They are literally as nice as they can be.
Eu gosto do inverno pois escurece cedo e isso significa que o dia acabou. Gosto de riscar os dias no calendário - 151 dias riscados e não aconteceu nada verdadeiramente horrível. 152 e o mundo não des...
Dorothy has one of those kitten-in-a-tree posters-- Hang in There! She posts her poster with all sincerity. I like to picture her running into some self-impressed Williamsburg bitch, all Bettie Page b...
Don’t women think that all men are jerky twelve-year-olds at heart? Hey, if the heart fits.
Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.
Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait?
Diary Amy. She was meant to be likable. Meant for someone like you to like her. She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment—that just anyone could like you. No matter.
Diane didn’t worry, that was for less hearty women.
Des, who brought me things I wanted (tulips, wine) to make me do the things wanted (love him). Nick just wanted me to be happy, that's all, very pure. Maybe I mistook that for laziness.
Depression to me is urine yellow. Washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
Curry gosta de dizer que repórteres são como vampiros. Não podem entrar em sua casa sem seu convite, mas, uma vez do lado de dentro, você não consegue expulsá-los até que tenham sugado todo o seu sang...