Ruin My Life Quotes

“We’re magnets, drawing each other in, flipping and repelling, then slamming back together again.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“I’m electrified. Awake. Alive. Nothing feels more right than being connected to him like this. We were carved from the universe and molded to fit perfectly together. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“you were the only one who spoke my language. Those songs were”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“My lower lip trembles. Not a sun. No… my sun is on the opposite side of the country.  And without him to light up the night, I’m slowly dying.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“My silence is a scream to be heard.  My solitude is a plea for company.  My self-destruction is a cry for help.  So why isn’t anyone listening?”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“What if you hate what you learn?” Releasing his hand, I grasp him by the back of the neck. “Listen to me. I don’t need specifics to know I can and will hate the things you’ve been through only because I can’t turn back time and protect you from them.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Fuck,” I whimper. “I don’t deserve you.” He jerks back, a flash of anger in those hazel eyes. “We’re not doing that.” More tears. “But you don’t know how broken I am. I’m irreparable.” He shakes his head. “I'm not trying to fix you, Win.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“He makes a sound between a moan and a growl that I wish I could record if only to listen to like a favorite song for eternity.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Don’t downplay what you're going through to protect my feelings. I see it, Win. The blinders are off. Back then, I let you deflect because I was terrified of pushing you away. But now? I’ve come to the conclusion you’ve got a Remy-Homing-Device shoved up your ass and even if I flee the goddamn planet, you’ll find me in space.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“What I am is yours,” he whispers, nipping the back of my neck. “Now, once I’ve stuffed you full of cum, we’re going to clean up and go back out there holding hands.” “Win, I don’t think—” The tips of his fingers graze my prostate and I buck.   “Yes, ok, yes.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “That’s my boy.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Come on me, Win.”  “Yeah?” he pants, jerking himself faster. “You want my come on your pretty ass?” Shamelessly, I beg, “Fucking paint me with it.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“It’s not defective.” I scowl. “Pretty sure a chemical imbalance means the brain isn’t working the way it should.” His lean arms cross over his chest. “And I’m pretty sure that one sensor misfiring on a car doesn’t mean the whole thing is totaled. It just needs a manual adjustment to get back on track.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“The water is barely lukewarm, but I can’t get my body to cooperate. I’m stuck on the floor with my brain in the clouds. I think Win just sucked my soul out of my cock.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“He’s all defined angles and smooth planes of muscle like a Michelangelo sculpture; I’m compelled to worship every inch of his heavenly perfection.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“My sunshine is flushed, panting and needy as fuck. And I’m high— higher than any chemically induced sensation.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“It’s right with him. It's life spent in shades of grey to suddenly seeing the world in vivid color. It’s the damaged, brittle muscle in my chest waking from a coma. It’s coming home after a brutal journey.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“He’s a watercolor painting; smeared ink blending into a beautiful mess. A masterpiece of misery. An illustration of flawless impurities. His words are calligraphy written in blood, exposing thoughts I’ve heard in my own head. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“It may be hopeless pursuing him and it’s unlikely he’ll ever want me back, especially after learning the truth, but he’s the only one who calms the storm inside me.  And I’m desperate for shelter.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“He says he’s the addict? Yeah, right. I’m the fucking junkie flirting with heroin after years of sobriety. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Even on his hardest days, he breathes life into my decaying lungs and I can’t publicly shower him in the affection he deserves. Hiding who he is to me feels wrong. More than wrong. It’s criminal.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“A past I’m not able to relive. A present I’m forced to endure.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“His taste floods me with starlight— the kind of brightness that’s unafraid of the void.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“I hover in limbo, reaching for something I can’t name. There’s a melancholy shadow tailing me. I try to outrun it, but it clings to me like an evil spirit.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“As if I wouldn’t do anything on this godforsaken earth to feel alive again.  Give me a brain transplant. A lobotomy. A fucking exorcism.  If it’ll bring me peace? D, all of the above. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“But you don’t know how broken I am. I’m irreparable.” He shakes his head. “I'm not trying to fix you, Win.” Time stops. He’s silenced the voices of torment with one sentence. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Get in the car.” “Fuck off.” “What was that? You want me to fuck the attitude out of you?” ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Do you still play?” He stiffens slightly. “I’ve started again.” “Why’d you stop?” A long pause. His jaw rolls as if he’s chewing on the words.  “It’s hard to create something when you’re empty.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“To Mr. Shiny Teeth and Me, I flash a threatening simper, extending a hand across the table as I sink into the open seat. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Win.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“This Ken-Doll-looking piece of shit is making my boy laugh too? Fuck no.”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life

“Too bad he only gifts me death glares… like the one leveled at me now.  He doesn’t say anything to me. He never does when he catches me lurking. And yeah, I could hide better, but I want him to see me. I want him to know he’ll always consume me.  He’s not meant to escape me.  Not in this life. ”
― Julia E. McColgan, Ruin My Life