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I’d bought the ingredients. I’d baked the pie. I was going to eat the fucking pie.
he’s so right
“When I finally lay my hands on you—and make no mistakes, Stardust, I will—you will be crying, all right. My name. Over. And. Over. Again.”
It’s when you memorize the small things in a person that you realize you’re screwed.
but it wasn’t like I was jealous.
Usually I didn’t like the whole Justin Bieber see-my-abs shite.
this is hilarious considering he reminds me so much of 2013/2014 jb
“I’m sort of unlovable once you get to know me.” Silence. “My appeal is in my mystery, you see.”
Life is full of secrets, and narrow-minded people, and sugar-coated, empty conversations that hold no weight. What’s real is what’s inside us. What’s important is what we feel.
“I always loved The Little Prince because it always felt like I, too, belong on another planet. Like I can barely even survive the world I live in and don’t necessarily understand why things are the way they are,”
oh👁️
“Ruining you for any other man on this planet. I’m going to fuck you, Indie. So hard you’ll think about me years from now, when you lie under your boring, missionary-loving husband. I will own every orgasm, every shiver, every wave of pleasure inside you. From here on out, it will be me. Just me. And for that, I truly am sorry.”
“What do you want from me, Alex?” Everything. I want everything, and then all the things you’ve already given away to other people. I want them back, too.
Alex thought about dying, and I thought about how I’d do anything to keep him alive, even if it killed me.
they’re so heartbreakingly beautiful
I was now the girl I’d always detested.
at least she’s self-aware!
“I need to be inside you the way you’re inside me. So deep I want to peel my skin off just to get rid of you. I need to get rid of you,”
Because when Alex was hurting, he wanted the entire world to hurt with him.
The problem with the world is when you’re having fun, days seem to stick together into lumps, but when you’re miserable and alone, every day is a year, an island, a padded room you cannot get away from.
Yeah, I was using again. Or at least trying. Shit, I wasn’t even good at being a drug addict. How embarrassing was that?
She was my muse. She was my life. She was my all.
