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A white wifebeater. Grey sweatpants. The official uniform of men who have every intention of ruining your life. And credit. And walls.
I respected hard work, sure, but not at the expense of my peace.
I learned how much bullshit girls are subjected to when it comes to our sexuality, and I started unlearning some of those harmful ideas.
I had no interest in catching anything more than a second orgasm.
Good luck finding a black man to live that sharing life. Women? Yeah, all the time. But men? Not in a million years. Their masculinity was way too fragile for that.
I was smart but I was lazy.
“Grad school, of course. And as soon as I walked into orientation, it was like ‘surprise, bitch! Everybody in this room is just as smart as you are!’
admire people who work hard and bust their asses to rise to the top. I’ve always been content to reside in the middle. Maybe even top-adjacent.
But I don’t need to lead and I don’t need to win. It’s just not how I’m built, I guess.”
And why is it that the shit that you do at night, the things that turn you on in the dark, so often come back to bite you in the ass in the light of day?
My generation was raised by the internet and each other. We believe nothing and everything at the same damn time.”
“I fucking hate my own thoughts sometimes.” She shook her head. “You know, I really wanna know what it’s like inside the mind of those chipper ass, carefree ass people who skip around like they’ve never had a negative thought. Because my mind is like the inside of a tornado. Just chaos and ruin and destruction. And noise.”
Dude could have any woman he wanted and he chose to be out here sliding Depends to the side.
I guess fucking somebody’s mama is worse than stealing their money.