I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

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.)

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.