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You are my creator, but I am your master. —Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
Sick of having forced a relationship with Trevor because I believed he would set me straight, and sick of wanting a nightmare that treated me like a dog.
“Run all you want, Little Monster,” he said, sounding like a threat. “We’re faster.”
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.
Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,
“You may think I fuck with your head,” I said, looking down at her as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans, “but you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years.”
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?”
