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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” —Mary Oliver
I didn’t want to kiss her. I wanted to zip open my skin and tuck her into me. Hide her from the world and keep her mine.
“My heart broke, not because I was sad, but because it swelled so much at the sight of you, I needed more space in it,” he once told me.
“Moonshine,” he whispered. “You fill up the empty, dark space—like the moon owns the sky. It is quiet. It is bright. It doesn’t need to be a ball of flame to be noticed. It simply exists. It forever glows.”
unreciprocated love is like a nice Jag—one you have to carry on your fucking back instead of driving. Nice and shiny on the outside, but such a drag to manage by yourself.”
“I love you, Knight Cole. More than anything. Maybe even more than myself. But I don’t trust you with my heart. And when you hurt me like this, I feel little and vindictive. So vindictive, you shouldn’t trust me with yours. Whatever it is, we need to kill it before it kills us, you understand? We can’t be together.”
“Don’t give me credit I don’t deserve. I work full-time for my dick and take orders directly from him,”
Typewriters are everything laptops are not: authentic, romantic, and unforgiving when you make a mistake. If you spell a word wrong, you must start over.
oh-fancy-seeing-you-here-it’s-not-like-I-fucking-waited-for-you-for-the-entire-semester-or-anything.
He thanked her for their night together. For the precious gift she’d given him. I was going out on a limb here and guessing it wasn’t a gift card from fucking Target.
Josh. Josh. With his fucking generic name. Josh. Joshua. Jesus. Fuck.
She is friend-zoning you, bro. That’s where your dick goes to die. Break the cycle before Bailey finds herself a Joe or Josh or FUCK.
The heart doesn’t ask for permission to feel things. It simply feels.
“I’m tired of feeling like the safe option you never want to take.”
“The first words she ever speaks to me in her life, and she decides to break my heart with them. For the longest time, I wished I could unthink you. Unlove you. Unbreathe you. I think I finally can.”
“He’s probably crying while listening to Halsey on repeat like a little bitch.”
FUCKING JOSH (forever in capital letters, thank you very much)
“Lev! Levy-boy,” Dad roared. “Come here right now. Family cuddle.”
Lenny didn’t look at him, either. Was I witnessing a mating dance between two assholes?
“Gladly,” Lenora said. “Do you do anything gladly? You look like the miserable spawn of Marilyn Manson and a blowup doll.”
“She’s not a tortilla chip. No need to put so much cheese on it.”
“Stab me with your razor and get it over with.” “I would, but what about the new tiles?”
“Know what the problem with your generation is? You refuse to understand that love has a price. That’s what makes it significant, pungent, rich. It costs you anger, jealousy, heartbreak, time, money, health…”
“Smooth, Cole.” “Also thick, long, and hard. Your point?”
“Did you make the funnel cake?” “No, why?” “I would very much like to see my family and friends avoid being poisoned this Christmas,”
“I bet he carved his name on the walls of your uterus, too, warning off any potential future siblings. The bastard.”
“I’m going to eat your cunt until you go numb with orgasms,”
“You only get one life, Luna. One stab at this thing called happiness. Why deprive yourself of things you want just because they weren’t given to you the way you hoped for them to come? Life is like a book, a long chain of scenes threaded together by circumstances and fate. You never know how thick or thin your book is, so you better make the most out of every scene, enjoy each chapter.”
“If you think you’ve found something good without anything bad in it, it just means you haven’t examined it close enough.”
“You did this to me. Now I’m this broken puppy begging for love. I would take any crumb Luna throws my way. I’d self-destruct in order not to deal with what’s waiting around the corner for Mom. You made unconditional love conditional for me. You fucked nature in the ass, Dixie. You don’t do that. You don’t mess with nature.”
“I can’t outgrow Luna. It’s like outgrowing your heart. Impossible. It grows with you.
“I love your brother and your father more than I love myself. I would die for them. Fight for them until the bitter end. Go against the whole world for them. But you…” She dragged her face up to look at me. Her eyes were full of tears. “I’ve always loved you just a tiny bit more. My regal, rebel boy. My legendary hellraiser, my sad prince, my unlikely savior, my beautiful, broken Knight.”
“What if tomorrow never comes?” I whispered. “Then, my darling boy, we’ll make the best of today.”
“Because humans are corrupt, and rules are boring.”
If you don’t break, you don’t live. You don’t move. You don’t try. You don’t take chances. Breaking is a part of living.
You’re my home.”
“The grudges you hold against people? Drop them. They’re not worth your anger. They keep you anchored to a place you shouldn’t be.”
“Would you please let me die in your arms, alone, just the two of us?”
“Ride or die,” he whispered. “Ride.” I closed my eyes, smiling. “Always ride.”
“P.S. soccer is soccer and football is football. Not the same shit. Okay. Bye.”
Daria was a mini-Lucifer, and I trusted her slightly little less than I trusted a bag of fucking rocks.
I can eat my fiancée until my mouth goes numb, but I’m worried I’ll hurt the baby with my massive cock. I’m not being arrogant or anything—it’s a genuine concern. I don’t want Knight Senior to poke its head or anything. “Mommy, how come I only have one eye?” “Well, son, Daddy poked it out while dicking me when I was pregnant with you.”
