Todo mundo tem um momento em que a vida sai dos trilhos.
This is the hardest part: waiting for stupid people to figure things out.
This is the hardest part: waiting for stupid people to figure things out. I
They were women not strong enough or smart enough to leave. Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop.
There is such a thing as a pretty trailer park, you know. Diane
There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even
The world will always need a drink
The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities.
The waitress, a plain brunette disguised as a pretty brunette...
The stumpy columns holding up the carport had been spray painted red, four in a row, reading: Stop the Democrats, Stop the Democrats, Stop the Democrats, then, randomly, I like Louie.
The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we ar...
The ones who are not soul-mated – the ones who have settled – are even more dismissive of my singleness: It’s not that hard to find someone to marry, they say. No relationship is perfect, they say – t...
The good stuff in me I got from my mom. I can joke, I can laugh, I can tease, I can celebrate and support and praise – I can operate in sunlight, basically – but I can’t deal with angry or tearful wom...
That’s what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn’t even happened yet. Yet.
That’s what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn’t even happened yet. Yet. I
That would be our luck.
That was both our making and undoing. Because I couldn’t handle the demands of greatness. I began craving ease and average-ness, and I hated myself for it, and ultimately, I realized, I punished her f...
Thank you, Gillian Flynn, for quoting The Sure Thing- Nick's the kind of guy you can drink a beer with, the kind of guy who doesn't mind if you puke in his car. Nick!
Tears ran down my mother’s cheeks and dripped loudly onto the leather purse she held in her lap. The woman next to her patted her hand. I slipped my notepad from my jacket pocket and began scribbling...
So let everyone take sides. Team Nick, Team Amy. Turn it into even more of a game: Sell some fucking T-shirts.