Half His Age Quotes

“Maybe wanting things is what makes me a lot. If I could just want less, I'd be the right amount of person. The amount I'm supposed to be. The not-a-lot amount. The easy-to-love amount”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I'm left with that funny feeling that happens when you spend a supposedly intimate occasion with people you don't feel any genuine intimacy with. That strange, gnawing feeling, equal parts hollow and lonely and wistful, with a tinge of irritability underneath. Craving something more. But accepting that this is it.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I’m used to the person I’m dating, or sleeping with, or whatever it is, telling me all the things I ought to know instead of getting to know me. It’s how men, or boys, or both, communicate. They quote and they riff and they rant and they explain and they explain and they explain.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“There’s something scary about letting go. Even if the emptiness makes room for something better. Because I don’t know what the something better is. Or if it’s coming. Maybe it won’t.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Nothing hurts as bad as hope being met with reality.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And what is connection, really, if not shared judgment?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“A wave of recognition. Of peace. Of freedom. The peace and freedom that can only come from lowering your expectations of someone. From letting go of that person you wanted them to be. Needed them to be. And in the letting go of that version, letting go too of all the resentments that came from them not being that version.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“It’s an honor, being regarded highly enough to be disappointing.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“You saw that I was hurting,” I say plainly. “But you pretended you didn’t because that would have made your life more difficult. Because then you would’ve had to actually do something about it.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I regret the purchase and whoever I thought I was when I made it,”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Do you want me to move my hand?” he asks. Yes, I think. “No,” I say.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I've tried not to ask for much, and to expect even less. I've tried to make them feel funny when they say all the same jokes, feel smart when they all have the same point of view, feel right when a quick Google search confirms that they're not. I've tried to laugh on cue, smile on cue, compliment on cue. I've watered down my personality to a cardboard cutout version of myself, and I thought that was fine so long as my body showed up in 4D with bells and whistles, ready to grab and grope and lick and suck.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“The girl who hopes that if I wedge myself into a doll, a dream, a marionette with lifeless eyes, porcelain skin, and no needs of my own, a doll who indulges his fantasies and guzzles his cum, maybe then he will love me too.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Maybe it takes commitment to know you shouldn’t have committed in the first place.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Maybe wanting things is what makes me a lot. If I could just want less”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And yet I can't help myself. Because last time I broke, last time I cried and complained and made a fuss, I lost him. I will not let that happen again. So I shove my concerns down. And my disappointments. And my grievances. And everything that isn't my perky tits or my warm, wet vagina. Those are his. But everything else, everything that's unappealing to him, that's too needy and too emotional and too sensitive and too much, everything that might lead to another breakup, I keep to myself and I scream into a pillow later.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Sure,” I nod. “Occam’s razor. That’s how I feel about writing. I like writing that’s simple. Plainly stated observations, no fluff. I don’t wanna hear, ‘It was the kind of gray morning with air so frigid that it makes your bones wail like a creaking staircase. I wanna hear: ‘It was a cold Tuesday. My bones hurt.’ Get to the point, you know?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I know my job. My role. To make him feel good. To be his escape. To take him out of the pressures of his life, which includes not putting any pressure on him to be a bigger part of mine.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I thought it might be nice to be the more wanted one, but it’s uncomfortable. To feel how eager he is to please me, to accommodate me. The unevenness reeks.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“What marks the rite of passage from girl to woman? A certain age? A broken heart? A fed-upness? A real bra? Using pads to catch post-period spotting instead of stuffing your underwear with wads of toilet paper?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“...I'm just the paper doll ready to display any one of them, whichever will be the one he wants the most.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“What do you tell someone when they're looking for reassurance that you can't legitimately give them?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I've purchased five online carts in the days since Korgy left. So many items of clothing that will inevitably wind up in a landfill somewhere, expanding my carbon footprint and contributing to global warming when in three months I'll decide I don't want them anymore, which seems like a thing I should've known to begin with, considering they were never really the thing I wanted in the first place. They were just smaller, more attainable things to want. Placeholders for the bigger, insatiable, incorrigible want underneath.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Men get so impressed by references,” Mom once told me. “It’s their love language. All you gotta do is know a couple lines from The Big Lebowski and you’re golden. I once said ‘The Dude abides’ to a guy and you’d have thought I blew him.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the problem. My mom called me hard to love when I was seven and the phrase always stuck with me even though she swore she didn’t mean it twenty minutes later”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And the worst part is he does. He always comes back. That's why he said those softer words in the first place. To keep his options open. So that, when he gets especially lonely and horny one night, he has her, still hoping, still an option. Her, receiving him with open arms and a steaming vagina. Her, who he can come back to, cashing in on the empty promises of his softer words with a brief stint where he tries her on for size a couple last times just to confirm what he already knows-- that he's moved on and is ready to discard her.
But knowing better than to believe his words does nothing when you love the guy. If you love him, you just believe them. You believe him. You need to. You cling to his promises. You say stupid things. You say, "But I love you.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Wanting to keep something is very different than not being able to get rid of it.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“The cops would come and maybe there'd be a female and she'd ask, "Why were you breaking and entering?" as she snapped the cuffs on me and I'd say, "To be close to him. I just wanted to be close to him." And she'd look at me with understanding. Maybe that's all this rabid part of me wants-- to be understood. To know that it's not crazy or troubled or wrong. That this is just what it feels like to want an unavailable man.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I bite my tears down as I beg for him to fuck me harder and harder and harder, secretly hoping that if he fucks me hard enough, he'll fuck the resentment right out of me. He never does.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Well thanks for being so understanding," he says.
The life drains from my eyes and a prickly sensation trickles down my spine. Last time he said this, I doubted him. Doubted that he was actually complimenting me and not just conditioning me, trying to reinforce a behavior that made his life easier. This time, I'm sure of it.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age