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A lethal combination of high maintenance and low IQ.
Marrying seemed like a total waste of time. You should only ever have one love of your life. Yourself. And, perhaps, a dog.
“You can’t do anything wholeheartedly. You don’t have a heart.”
“So long, Lobster. And thanks for the fish.” “Lobster?” “Octopuses’ favorite snack.”
No one gives a hummer like a gummer. Romeo Costa left the chat. Zach Sun left the chat.
He cruised through life without being interrupted by pretending to be an idiot. Which was the most genius thing one could do.
His poor dick. Probably goes to bed screaming, “Help! My owner beats me every night.”
By maid, she meant me. And by screw you, I meant her.
I’m sure there’s enough people out there to stroke that giant ego of yours. I don’t need to be one of them.”
Romeo Costa: And they say love doesn’t have a price. Ollie vB: Whatever the price may be, Zach would say it’s inflated and refuse to pay.
I was going to kill her. But first, I was going to fuck her.
“She kind of has a thing for you.” “I have a thing for her, too.” “You do?” “Yeah. Boredom.”
Memories were a lousy ex. When you wanted them gone, they stayed. When you wanted them here, they left.
“Did we just become best friends?” “I believe so.”
“I always get what I want.” I darted my tongue out, swiping it over my lower lip. “And I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”
“If you spend time with this Mr. Sun, lying down and taking it will become your main position,
I am fucking terrified of you, Octi.
Was that how people—re: Fae—saw me?
“He’s being strong-armed into marrying the human answer to a 1040 form.”
“We’re ordering pizza right now. And it better be so oily, we need four towels beneath the box to soak up the stains. And…” I tossed my hands in the air, lighting up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. “…and beers. Shitty, watery college beer.” “Belgian beers,” he countered. I shook my head. “Sorry, you’re gonna slum it up with me today.” “Lovely.” He pressed his mouth into a thin line. “What’s next in my bingo card? A trip to Aldi and a fentanyl overdose?” “Aldi is the shit.”
“What I am, Natalie, is pussy-whipped.”
Please, be someone who cares for me. Please. Vera:
“It’s my first waltz.” “For the sake of every pair of feet in the state, I hope it will be your last.”
yesterday I found myself running with my flip-flops down the hallway just to remember what sex sounds like.”
“Now use this same energy to grovel your life away, Zachary.”
The one who is not a complete waste of space.” I’d forgotten her family completely disowned her. “Farrow?” “That’s the one.”
No, I don’t like her. I more than like her. I’m tragically obsessed with her.
“My pussy doesn’t call the shots.” “Perhaps it should. Lovely creature. I’m its number one fan.”
She should use it to suck your dick more and talk about my business less.
“For my next act…” I grabbed her hand and helped her up. “I’m going to burn down the world for you.”
“Your dirty talk is one of the worst I’ve encountered.”
“Like is an understatement.” He ran a hand down his slacks, pretending to smooth an invisible wrinkle, squeezing his cock in the process. “And therein lies the problem.”
“I’m not Superman.” “For the money I pay you, you fucking should be.”
“You fucking touched my girl? Grave mistake.”
“You came.” “I don’t listen well.”
Everyone has a favorite work of art. You’re mine.”
“I figured out why I love you.” Our noses touched. I nuzzled mine against hers as we tried to steady our breaths. “And why is that?” “You’re my home.” “I figured out why I love you,” I countered. “And why is that?” “You make my soul breathe fire, my beautiful dark desire.”
“I don’t like you, Farrow Ballantine. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
