I know it's a guy who will talk to me, he wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better. He is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid a lot, a guy who likes women,...
I know I'm a hateful creature.
I know I am right not to settle,
I hope you’re feeling better about yourself too, Camille. That’s an important thing, liking oneself. A good attitude infects just as easily as a bad one. Enjoy the horses. I always do.
I have a face you want to punch:
I had a swelling urge to discuss football and fart.
I guess I’ve been depressed for about twenty-four years.
I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.
I felt hollowed out. My mom's death was not useful. I felt a shot of rage at her, and then imagined those last bloody moments in the house, when she realized it had gone wrong, when Debby lay dying, a...
I don’t want her to kill you. I mean, someday you burn her grilled cheese, and the next thing you know, my phone’s ringing and you’ve taken an awful fall from the roof or some shit. Leave.
I created a manuscript, and she created a life. I
I can’t talk right now, I’ll call you back, I snapped, and hung up. I despised the women who staffed Comfort Hill: unsmiling, uncomforting. Underpaid, gruelingly underpaid, which was probably why they...
I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.
I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second.
I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second. Inside
I am absolutely, one hundred percent sincere right now- I have your back, and I won't fuck with you.
I always feel sad for the girl that I was,
How are you, it wasn’t a courtesy, it was an existential question.
He’d have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn’t want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.
He was one of those guys who’d pronounce I’m a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.