The Monday Girl Quotes

“A boy made of stardust and selfishness; a girl filled with fire and fury at the world. We are a tangle of emotional wreckage, two broken messes thrown together, trying to navigate something we can barely comprehend.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“When you’ve spent your whole life not being good enough, it takes time to let yourself believe that you finally are. Self-worth isn’t a switch that flips inside you. It’s a daily struggle not to sabotage your own success. Not to cave into the voices inside your head that whisper you’re not good enough, or you’ll fuck things up, or that someone else could do things better than you.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“You think you can change a guy, that he’ll be different with you, that you’ll finally be the one to tame him… and before you know it, you’re alone in your underwear at nine o’clock on a Saturday night, crying to Adele songs, eating ice cream straight from the gallon, and wondering what the hell is the matter with you that you fell for such a goddamned man-child, after he explicitly warned you not to.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“I find some small, twisted comfort in thinking that perhaps we used each other. Him, for a glimpse into what it would be like to live a life entirely different from the one he'd been raised to desire, and me for the steady diet of angst and emotional damage that seemed to make me better, sharper, like a sword against a whetstone.
I was his intellectual escape from a long parade of pretty, empty girls... and he was my drug of choice -- unhealthy, probably lethal, but ultimately so addictive it was hard to turn away.
The problem, of course, with this theory of mutual exploitation, is that it is the deepest of lies. There was nothing equal or mutual about the way we used each other. I barely scratched his surface while he sliced me limb from limb.
There's no comfort in that. None at all.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“If you meet me on the street you should hurry on without a backward glance, and later when you climb into bed beside a happy girl with simple thoughts and stroke her perfect hair with fingers that are still shaky from our near-miss, you can whisper that you had a brush with death today, darling, and somehow lived.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“To those who would love me - I offer you a warning. Do no get to close. You won't survive.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“I pour another drink and wash the taste of dashed dreams from the back of my tongue. I feel half-dead, but my broken heart somehow still beats. What a stubborn, senseless organ, to keep going when all hope and happiness are lost.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“Words are pretty, useless things — butterflies behind glass. You may feel warm and bright as you stare at their beauty but you'll walk away empty and cold, clutching nothing but the painful realization that you never really had anything at all.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“I am not the Juliet to his Romeo.
I am not the lodestar around which he orbits.
I am not the trade wind by which he sets the course of his sails.
I am not essential or exceptional.

I was his Monday girl.
Shitty, really, since he was my whole damn week.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“But falling for a guy like Grayson Dunn is like trying to wait out a hurricane by taking shelter in the eye of the storm.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“Grayson Dunn is in my head. He's under my skin. He's invaded me like a deadly disease and hijacked my immune system until I don't even bother fighting it anymore. I look at him, and I'm twisted into knots. Tangled into a messy spool of desire and desperation.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“The world falls away — the splash of the ocean at my feet, the warmth of the breeze against my skin, the sight of the stars over my head. All that’s left is him. His lips. My lips. This moment. This kiss. This kiss ruins me for all other kisses. In the space of a second, he obliterates every other man who’s ever put his mouth on mine. All the boys who came before are a pale imitation of this passion.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl

“There’s nothing I can do to escape the weight of his eyes on me though. Even after I’ve slammed my door shut between us, closing myself inside the haven of my shitty apartment, I can still feel them burning holes into my back, as though they’ve scored into my flesh and laid waste to some secret part of me, deep down where no one can see.”
― Julie Johnson, The Monday Girl