Bree

“I loved people. I truly did. But the way I loved was different than most. And, if I was being honest, not all that compatible. I didn’t need to get love in order to give love. I never had. I preferred my affections to be anonymous. Independent. Not because I didn’t care, but because I cared differently. I knew it better than anyone: The most palatable version of me was one seen from a distance.”
― Patric Gagne, Sociopath

“My friends left, the flowers died, I drank all the wine. Nothing survives me, but nothing is designed to. Everyone is just a visitor here, even me. Still, I welcome the tourists.”
― Scaachi Koul, Sucker Punch: Essays

“He gives me the look. That weird, dumb glare that men give you before they kiss you, a moment of vacancy before leaning in, a twisting of the head as if it were a star-shaped block to push into a baby’s shape sorter.”
― Nicola Dinan, Disappoint Me

“Writing about yourself for the internet means pulling off little pieces of your body and letting them walk around without you. You have to let them go, and when you meet them again, you might not like them anymore.”
― Scaachi Koul, Sucker Punch: Essays