"I know better. I’m going to do it anyway. I already regret it, but I keep the promises I make."
"Awkward news. I’ve become the ex that people text on VDay. I’m not sure if I should feel flattered, or concerned."
It’s going to be a delicious mess.
I’ll be back when he rips my heart out and plates it for me."
"It’s nothing, or all, she told me. I remember this now. It’s why it doesn’t feel new. It was the same with the one before you. All the love, the weight, the feelings. Then nothing. Just like that. Switch flicked. From dark to light and back again. Except I like it dark. So there will be no more flipping. No more back and forth. No more vacillation. I’m not pouring my energy into a place of no return."
"7 days. An eternity of not that long. 7 days ago, there was an “us” of sorts. 7 days ago, we shared a bed, some words, a lot of silence. 7 days later, it’s you and I. 7 days later, we’ve shared fewer words, and even more silence.
7 days ago, I was willing to make an attempt. 7 days later, I have nothing left to say.
I wish I could say I was surprised…but that is never the case."
"My advice to you is this: put some armor around that gooey little heart of yours."
— Liberal Arts
"I’m so in love with my best friend. The fullness of it almost breaks my heart.
I should know better."