Sonder is the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
So he did not share a bed with his partners, did not perform oral sex, and was not interested in forming a relationship with a woman. I didn’t know much about the world of dating, but I was pretty cer...
She’s a work of artAnd as suchThere’s nothing more devastatingThan watching her break
She was my beauty, and I was her beast. But this was not a Disney flick. In real life, the beast goes back to his solitary life, a freak who lurks in the shadows and watches as his girl runs away back...
She was in a probing mood, and I wasn’t in the business of denying my mother anything, especially when she’d spent the past week throwing up mucus, retching all night. Dad had put pillows all around t...
People were allowed to fuck whomever they wanted, as long as it was legal and consensual.
My daughter was beautiful and the world was ugly and I didn’t know how to help her.
Love is so much like deathCertainAbsoluteAnd out of our control
I shouldn’t have drunk three bottles of vodka in twenty-four hours. But I did. Because that bullshit they feed you about hitting rock bottom and seeing the light? It’s just that. A load of crap. In re...
I saw his dick. With my own eyes. My thigh even gave it a handshake.
I need time. The words broke me. Maybe because they were brutally honest.
I met him at the airport. He wore a long dark-gray pea coat, charcoal slacks, a cashmere sweater, and his usual scowl. He was standing outside, the freezing New York weather staining his cheekbones a...
Estas en mi sangre, en mis venas, en mi jodida alma. Estás en mi corazón y en la punta de mis dedos y en mis jodidos labios como una oración. Estás jodidamente por todos lados, Jolie Louis. Siempre lo...
Bluish light enveloped the angles of Vicious’s
Wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
That her best friend, Gabe Poirier, is a bad idea. He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you...
You’re going to hell for this, Jesus said inside my head. And if you think I’ll claim your ass when you get there, you obviously weren’t paying attention in bible class.
You fight the tide. You fling your arms, kicking your legs, trying to escape it, overpower it. The secret is to go with the flow. The secret is to ride the wave. Don’t be afraid to get wet.
You didn’t just walk into my life…You stormed into it. You left me no choice but to heal. Now I want everything.
The idea was Penn’s, but it was Vaughn who backed him up and cited fire as the best way to burn things to the ground