Ruthless. That’s my girl.
We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.
The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.