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@lamourencage
just so everyone knows , i love beck & i’ve missed her this week . i haven’t been here thanks to the stupid weather & the fact that my work schedule’s been insane because of it . i plan on getting on here more this weekend to sort through memes , replies , & finally do starters as long as people are still interested !
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈
sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
BOOK VIII: MEDICINE
❛ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready. ❜
❛ you were a plague none were prepared for. ❜
❛ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ❜
❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜
❛ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ❜
❛ there’s no rule stating that parasites can’t be pretty. ❜
❛ justice: just us. ❜
❛ anathema - me without you. ❜
❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜
❛ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ❜
❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜
❛ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how they’ll infect you. ❜
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜
❛ let none be the noose. ❜
❛ take what you can and run. ❜
❛ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ❜
❛ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ❜
❛ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ❜
❛ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it. ❜
❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜
❛ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ❜
❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜
❛ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ❜
❛ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ❜
BOOK X: LOVERS & LOSERS
❛ pick a place and die there. ❜
❛ i know you mean well. ❜
❛ may fortune favour the fuckups. ❜
❛ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ❜
❛ learn it’s best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ❜
❛ i worry. i worry. worry. ❜
❛ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ❜
❛ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ❜
❛ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ❜
❛ words in couples carry weight: “fuck you.” “hell no.” “oh god.” “sorry mom.” ❜
❛ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ❜
❛ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. ❜
BOOK XII: ILLUMINATE
❛ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ❜
❛ you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ❜
❛ we don’t know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ❜
❛ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ❜
❛ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ❜
❛ there’s asking for forgiveness, there’s asking for permission, and then there’s saying “fuck it,” and doing what you may. ❜
❛ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ❜
❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜
❛ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ❜
❛ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ❜
❛ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ❜
❛ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ❜
BOOK XII: OBITUARIES
❛ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ❜
❛ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ❜
❛ you’ll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ❜
❛ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ❜
❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜
❛ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ❜
❛ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ❜
❛ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ❜
❛ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ❜
❛ the body is rot waiting to happen. ❜
❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜
❛ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ❜
heathcliffd· ↷ JOE
𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤. and i know you won’t know that yet — we still have a lot of getting to know each other to do. but you’re safe. you’re medicine. candace was a sickness that i didn’t think i would ever recover from — pain, and hurt, and the constant doubt… — i’m not crazy. no, i mean, i’m not crazy. but you… you’re the smell of pancakes in the morning, and a flat white with perfectly - textured milk. so when it naturally comes to the big climax of a great boombox - above - the - head romantic gesture, this is all i’ve got. my heart on my sleeve, because i know you’re not into the big, dramatic, expectant displays. (i mean, really? don’t girls feel pressured by that kind of shit?)
if anything, i thought you would break my heart. that’s why i had to be so sure. and sure, maybe i’ve done some things that don’t exactly belong in a romance novel (see benji ashby the third in his final smoky resting place) but i know how i feel. i love you, beck. i want to love you. i want to take care of you the way you need to be taken care of — the way you deserve it.
and when we kiss it’s goddamn fireworks!
“oh, absolutely. i’ve already decided how i’m breaking things off.”
but that’s a joke. and we can do that kind of thing — joke — because you know i’d never do that kind of thing to you. because i’m not like other guys. i’m not benji, attached to his phone and his gratuitous circle - jerk of home soda, whatever the fuck that means, or any of your tinder hook - ups. i’m joe. your joe.
“— but you should kiss me again to change my mind.”
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 , 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 . choosing the good guy wasn’t her usual m.o. no , instead it was choosing guys like benji , the ones who really did a number on her psyche in the long run . joe too had the capability of breaking her heart , truly smashing her to pieces , but with the way things were going , she couldn’t see it anytime in the near future . if it does come to a fiery end , at least peach would get to say her i told you so’s as they sat in a secluded cabin , drinking away her heartache . hopefully , though , hopefully this wouldn’t happen . perhaps for once life could be less sylvia plath , more emily brontë . that thought alone causes her bottom lip to rake against her teeth , taking the whole moment in as she stays quiet , all before a chuckle bubbles over bubblegum lips .
hand rests against his chest , tapping her fingers lightly . ‘ just give me a warning so i can prepare my melodramatics ahead of time . ’ there’s a smile --- a genuinely happy , awestruck , an i’m - finally - making - a - good - choice smile . she’s pleased with herself ; pleased with her tactic working well enough for him to rebound back . playful blue hues light up as she rolls them , shaking her head as she pushes back up on her toes , back towards him to grant his wish . ‘ i suppose if you need some more convincing . . . ’ this time hand snakes upwards , resting on the back of his neck as the fireworks light up once again . this is too good , she thinks , suspiciously good . but after a few moments , she refuses to let that thought inch in any further . instead she deepens the kiss , letting her whole being rest for the moment . when she finally decides to pull back , rather dreadfully , she remains pressed against him , not wanting to let go just yet . ‘ so , that change your mind ? ’
Deep Ass Starters.
Sometimes it’s hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can’t figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
“What’s holding you back?”
“I’m not comfortable with this conversation.”
“Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?”
“Let me in sometime!”
“It’s not that easy, you know.”
“Help me understand.”
“It’s hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away.”
“Why are you always so cold?”
“Why are you always so happy?”
“Are you really happy now?”
“Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!”
“What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!”
“Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?”
“It’s a problem, I get it.”
“This is all kinds of messed up.”
“That’s not exactly a good coping method.”
“So what happened, with your parents, really?”
“What was your childhood like?”
“Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“My parents aren’t exactly perfect models, either.”
“You were bullied? What for?”
“Was it hard? Coming out, I mean.”
“You can’t just run away all the time.”
“You can’t just hide all the time.”
“Are you still thinking about them?”
“I’m not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you.”
“Is the reason you’re so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?”
“How long has it been since you last spoke to them?”
“You never talk about it, why?”
“How come you’re so different around them?”
“It’s like you don’t have a care or worry in the world.”
“You seem so perfect. I don’t get it.”
“What was your ex like?”
“I don’t think I was ever good enough for them.”
“Are you not comfortable being intimate?”
“Why don’t you feel comfortable being intimate?”
“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”
“Are you scared of being hurt?”
“Have you ever been taken advantage of?”
“Why are you afraid of saying I love you?”
“I never understood how someone could say those words so easily.”
“You’re hurting others the way you’ve been hurt in the past, don’t you think that’s ironic?”
“You use people to make yourself feel better.”
“I’m scared of being used again…”
“Losing someone isn’t easy, but you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”
“How long has it been since you lost them?”
“You’re too attached.”
“I’m not attached, I’m just comfortable with what I’m familiar to.”
“Maybe the real reason you’re so controlling is because, deep down you’d rather have them in your grasp than lose them.”
“Why did you ever break up?” / “Why did we ever break up?”
❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.
“What am I to you?” “If you could be with me, would you?” “Do you still think about (___)?” ”Do you want to be something more?” “I need to tell you how I feel.” “I miss how we used to be.” “Is it okay to say that I’m jealous?” “I’m so sorry I’m jealous… It’s such an ugly feeling.” ”I can’t help the way I feel.” ”They all want you, but they don’t even know you.” ”Is it okay to want you for myself?” “You’re mine. I don’t want to share.” “I want to be the only one for you.” “It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” “If you want me, you can have me.” “You can have others, but I will be your priority.” “Let’s talk about what you want.” “Let’s talk about what I want.” “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” ”I don’t think I know how to love…” ”Can I trust you?” “I forgive you.” “I only play around because I don’t have you.” “Name it. I’d give it up for you.” “You play so hard to get. Will I ever catch you?” “How can I get you to like me?” “Is there some secret to winning your love?” “Are you available?” “Are you afraid of commitment?” “If I agreed to be exclusive with you, would you do the same?” “Do you feel anything?” ”Why are you pushing me away?” ”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.” ”He/she/they love you, you know…” ”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.” ”I will hurt you. That’s just a fact.” “You’re so wild that I want to be the one to tame you.” ”If you love them, then I want to as well.” “Your heart is safe with me.” ”You’re the type who wants to have your cake and eat it, too.” ”You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” ”I’ve missed you so much.” ”Your happiness comes before mine.” ”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.” “I am so sorry for hurting you.” “Can we start over?”
heathcliffd· ↷ JOE
𝐨𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤. don’t you see that we’re going round in circles? you lash out at me – which, starting to piss me off now. for the record. and then i give you the logical and reasonable explanations behind everything that’s happened, and you still only tear a corner of the waffle at a time off. but at least you’re eating. i can’t look after you if you go all emily davison on me — and that’s what you want. you want someone to take care of you. make you feel safe. and granted, there’s only so much i can do while you’re in the cage, but it’s safe. i won’t let anyone hurt you, beck.
but candidly? doctor nicky is still one you up? text away from sharing a casket with peach. but i’m not a murderer, beck. i keep trying to explain this to you, but you’re not listening — some people deserve to die. but i guess we can’t always be on the same wavelength. what you have to do is understand it from where i’m standing — granted, that’s the other side of the glass, but i can’t let you out if i don’t listen. and you’re not listening.
“no, he took advantage of you, beck — i don’t blame you. you were vulnerable. i understand that now.” you didn’t want to cheat on me — i gotta admit, beck. the guy can be persuasive. but that’s who you let fuck you while you tell me you’re at therapy? that guy? honestly, beck. i knew you had bad taste in guys from your brief rendezvous with the embodiment of white male privilege, but god. you need me more than you know — and that’s not just because i changed the bucket at the side for you. you’re welcome, by the way.
“no, no, no, no — i didn’t stalk you, beck. i just had to be sure.”
i don’t like that word — it implies a creepiness i wasn’t going for. i didn’t stalk you, beck. i wouldn’t do that to you — i would never do anything that would hurt you. and you should know that, because everything i’ve done has been to stop you from hurting. so you can write. so you can be free.
“you’re not listening.” you’re not listening, and you’ve got it in your head that i’m some kind of monster. but you’re reaching out for me — i mean, i think that’s pretty unambiguous. you want me to show you i’m here? that i’m listening? i got you, babe. my hand presses against the glass too. and i get it. i understand why you’re upset, but you’re also trying to make it right. i appreciate that, beck. i do. i’m not a cruel guy, and i don’t want to keep you in here any longer than i have to. the glass is cool when my forehead presses against it, and part of me’s wondering when you’re gonna pull back. please don’t do that, beck.
“i wanted to take care of you, beck. i still do. we’re the real deal.” we’re a rattling set of cans attached to a car away from that. just married. just growing old together. just you and me. right? that’s all i need. just for you to say that. then we can get through anything. i promise.
“i know i’ve done some things that seem a little extreme, but they deserved it, beck — they were going to hurt you.”
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 . instead , everything was making him sound more batshit insane than he already was . there was nothing on the other side of that glass except a monster , an intruder --- an obsessive stalker , a killer . nothing was going to make those sins disappear , nor would they vanish away with stockholm syndrome . this was not the man she fell in love with . the joe she was set up for , the wonderful facade he wore so well , was not him . as she looked up at him , her heart broke from pity & sheer disgust . whoever told him this was okay surely did a number on him . with that in mind , none of it was forgivable . they were not meant to be . she wasn’t going to play the role of lunatic bride who could overlook his extremes . who knows who else he’d kill along the way , whether it’d be her or another loved one . as far as beck was concerned , nobody was safe .
the talk of doctor nicky , these lies he’s told himself to make it all okay , causes her head to shake . ‘ joe , you’re not being logical or--- -- or even realistic . ’ words fall from her lips rather freely , before she can do anything to stop them from forcing their way out . sure , there was a part of her that was completely devastated by peach’s death , but it didn’t turn her into some weak , vulnerable creature whose freewill got turned off . no , that was all on her . every flirtation , every movement . the way she walked into that office , dressed in a way that would drive any man mad . every part was deliberate , all from the grief of losing her best friend & the fear of not being able to keep joe . reflecting back on that , she wishes she wouldn’t have gone back . kept away from karen , stopped every never again & let it be just that . every never again should’ve been the last time , but for some unknown reason , she couldn’t stay away . a sigh falls , brows raise in an accusatory matter . ‘ had to be sure of what ? ’ this wasn’t how love’s supposed to go . you don’t get a free pass to snoop through their apartment , check their socials , follow them everywhere , just to be sure that they’re good to go . it’s driving her insane to not speak it out loud , wanting nothing more than to explain her side of things . point blank : you’re a stalker & a murderer , why would anyone want to be with you ? but she keeps her cool , for now . until she can laugh in his face as police escorted him off the premises & put him where he belonged , a worse off version of this cage .
‘ i’m listening plenty . ’ forehead presses against his , needing to regain trust . it causes a stray tear to fall down reddened cheeks . the thought of being that close to him again , afraid that he’ll snap , causes her to flinch at first . thumb rubs against the glass , soothing herself more so than him as she takes in a shaky breath . a lump begins to form in her throat , eyes clenched tight as she figured out a way to maneuver the situation , spin it around to her advantage . anything could unlock the door , especially the hidden key . yet she wanted him to do the work before going through desperate measures . the promise of fresh air , the police station , the spare room at annika’s , all of these things push her further , needing an our . ‘ i need someone to take care of me . ’ perhaps that’s her selling point . the one thing that’s driving them both now . ‘ i really do . but wouldn’t it be better if we were both at home ? playing made - up scrabble , reading together in bed , lounging the day away . doesn’t that sound better than this ? ’ voice is strained , not wanting to say the words or think of him in anyway that is whole & pure once again , but she has to plead , beg , or barter her way out of there before going to her own extreme , going over the tools that could be used for grand weaponry if she chose to use the key . reflecting on what were once near & dear memories that had now been tainted by who he truly was was the only chance she had at tugging on those heart strings , if he even had any to begin with .
you on lifetime/netflix sentence meme. episode 1 - 3.
well, hello there. who are you?
you like a little attention.
that’s sad – people buying books because of what’s popular, not because they want to be moved or changed in some way.
at the end of the day, people really are disappointing, aren’t they?
are you not wearing a bra? and you want me to notice…
if this was a movie, i’d grab you and we’d go at it right in the stacks.
my parents were assholes with the whole naming thing.
i was in love once. s/he broke my heart. s/he really did a number on me.
you are burning through that book, aren’t you?
all for one and one for all.
love is tricky. a guy/girl needs to protect him/herself.
you want to be seen. heard. known. of course, i obliged.
candidly, it’s the least appealing thing about you.
your online life isn’t real. it’s a collage.
jesus, it’s like you’ve never seen a horror movie. or the news.
you want people to watch, don’t you?
why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow, just you and me?
can we get real for a second? you have questionable taste in friends.
he didn’t even get her something that nice, and she finally let him do anal.
open my gift next and tell me how much you hate me then.
you always do this. you make a big gesture that you can’t afford because – i’m sorry – you’re too nice.
why don’t you let me loan you some cash, okay?
you know i’d do anything for you. don’t forget that.
uh, who the fuck is this?!
that’s your apology? “i didn’t cum”?
she said she had good coke and i’ve been seriously stressed.
i don’t have time to keep hooking up or whatever it is you’re even capable of.
i don’t wanna be just some guy/girl that you sleep with.
not to sound judgy, but this guy/girl is everything wrong with america.
you fall for the wrong wo/men. you let them in. you let them hurt you.
if he came anywhere close to making you cum, you’d have made a broadway show out of it. but you didn’t. ‘cause he didn’t.
looks good on you, by the way. the extra weight.
vegan cheese tastes like asshole.
something’s in the air tonight, ‘cause everyone but me is getting action.
if the zombies come, this is where i’m hiding.
the most valuable things in life are usually the most helpless. so they need people like us to protect them.
this whole nice-guy act… this might work on other people, but i can see what you are.
so stay away from them, because if you don’t, i’m gonna grab a steak knife and i’m gonna cut those freak eyes out.
there are scary people in the world. that’s why it’s important to be safe.
i can still smell you on my fingers.
i’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know guys/girls like me are always getting in jams like this.
whatever it is, there’s nothing we can’t fix.
all my life lately has been about surviving.
some guys are assholes, and you just have to realise that.
you were the one who told me to keep reminding you s/he’s a bastard.
why are you so sad?
what if some sicko had followed you down here?
you’re too drunk to be alone.
i’m not always like this.
i don’t wanna sound like a stalker, but i think i know you.
i have a pretty bland face.
all books add up to one essential truth which is, if your IQ is above a certain number, life is pretty much unbearable. and the number is not even that high.
i do think i’d be happier if i was stupider.
thank you for sobering me up. and for saving my life.
i told you, people are basically good.
what you really need is someone to save you.
the first step to fixing something is to know that no matter how destroyed it seems, it can always be saved.
i’m not always right. i’m human. i make mistakes. you’ll see.
we all have baggage. but i feel like i’m dealing with it the right way.
i kind of thought i took care of that for you.
i just knew s/he was the worst kind of poison. the kind you know is bad but can’t stop taking.
i don’t know who you are, i don’t know why i’m here.
whoever you are, you’re not a killer.
sometimes you do things on instinct because you have to, and then you scramble. you know?
i totally didn’t google you, but if i did, i might discover you aren’t on social media.
i’m an old fashioned guy/girl. i like real life.
i know it’s not cool to say and it’s not big and flashy, but i love ___, and i want my life to be about what i actually love.
you somehow think this guy/girl is all you deserve.
s/he’s branded the living shit out of her/himself across the internet.
a lot of people find a direct wo/man irresistible.
don’t touch me. it’s not sexy, it’s repulsive.
something has to be done about someone like him/her.
i’m starting to think i’m some kind of magnet for, like, dudes/girls with serious issues.
hey, do you wanna come to a party with me tomorrow?
just take the cheque and stop stressing.
if you want to kill me, what the fuck are you waiting for?
why would i want to kill him? who wants to kill people?
you’ve probably read more of these books than i have.
i don’t think i have a lot in common with your other friends.
it just feels like i’m getting sucked in and i could just be me, yet that somehow never feels quite good enough.
sometimes, to survive you have to show some teeth.
grown-ups are assholes.
some people used to yell at me, too, you know. and i don’t want to be like them.
you are not responsible for my feelings, i am. but for the record, i feel like congealed, day-old egg rolls right about now.
you left me here to die!
it’s a whole ‘call you daddy, spank me’ thing.
they were too scared to come forward, but we realised it’s harder to dismiss seven women with the same story.
blackmail is not something you live down.
should i have tried to kiss you sooner?
i’d go as far as to say you create the problem when you assume this stuff.
you’re worth waiting for.
how exactly does one get rid of a body? i can’t just google this kind of thing without creating a pretty damning evidence trail.
fun fact: spatchcocking a chicken and dismembering a human involve the same six essential steps.
these are officially the darkest days in the history of the world.
i wonder if s/he’s a virgin.
s/he sounds like a pretentious bitch if you ask me.
why do men think disembodied members equal foreplay? you know, they’re not aesthetically pleasing.
more power to them, but your friends kinda treat sex like it means nothing.
i hooked up with some guy last night.
if you wanna bone him/her out of your system, more power to you. i just wanna make sure you’re respecting yourself.
if i wanna win your heart, i’m gonna have to show you that i’m not a ‘maybe’. i’m the one.
do you think i’m unremarkable?
unremarkable people don’t worry about being unremarkable.
you want down and dirty, you got it.
i’ll deal with it when i get back.
you thought that i wanted to get arrested while you’re going all bush diver on me in public?!
you don’t wanna be spanked. you wanna feel safe. loved.
i’m having a really bad flare-up.
i think i need you to take me to the emergency room.
there’s like a sort of putrid aroma that keeps wafting in the backseat.
i was hoping i could make the world a better place.
s/he’s a sicko. i feel it in my gut.
people believe whatever supports their world view.
you need someone to take care of you.
i don’t mean to be harsh, but you know you’re sending some mixed messages, right?
that’s one hell of a bonfire.
if that’s the case, i should warn you, i have this facial thing where i can’t hide what i’m thinking.
i don’t know who i am. how am i supposed to know what i want?
if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were hiding something.
i’ve never seen your place, and you never talk about any of your friends. i mean, who are you?
that’s it. i am officially out of the tinder business.
there’s something wrong with you. i see it in your eyes.
heathcliffd ↷ JOE
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. for us. you’d understand that if you stopped thinking so goddamn hard about the details that don’t matter — because do you know what matters most, beck? that you were happy. that you felt safe. that you weren’t screwing guys like benji, or devoting your entire goddamn life to one of peach’s melodramas. that’s what was important. your writing. and you’ll understand that somehow, beck. you have to understand that. because honestly? that’s the only way you’re getting out.
“candace was different, beck.” god, i fucking hate talking about this. candace… oh, she really did a number on me, beck. she taught me why you can’t trust people – at least not at first. not until you know they’re safe. so, i learnt from what she taught me. i made sure you were. and you were safe, weren’t you? — sure, you’re a little broken. sure, we’ve done a few things that wouldn’t exactly make into a byron poem, but we’re here, and we’re two halves of the same whole. i believe that. you’re the one, beck. and i’m the one for you.
but candidly? yeah. candace is gone. what can i say? everyone has baggage.
“— because we had a spark. in the book store. you know who i am, beck — i didn’t lie to you.” well. not unless the lie was that there wasn’t a rotting, entitled corpse in the trunk of the buick. but come on, beck — decomposition isn’t exactly an aphrodisiac.
“eat.” that’s the deal, isn’t it? i answer, you eat. because i’ve learnt now — love is all about compromises. you eat something, i answer questions about how we came to be. one day we’ll laugh about all this. tell our kids, then our kids’ kids, but until then, i know i fucked up. i know i make mistakes — i’m only human.
“i googled you. found your instagram. facebook. twitter. you know, i’ve been meaning to tell you, but you should set those to private if you don’t want people looking at them. but you want people to look, right? and sure, i mean, you paint yourself to be this, uh, yoga - loving, sunset - watching, adorkable little thing, and that’s fine — but you’re real, beck. that’s why.”
find me another girl who rides the L-train and reads hemingway at the same time. because that’s who you are, beck. you’re real, and you’re true, and you’re like a first edition down in the cage — you need taking care of. i obliged. and honestly? i don’t know why you’re having such a hard time of this.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 . how could they be when they’re about you & your stalker ? two people who obviously weren’t seeing eye - to - eye due to one being an absolute lunatic who was out of their mind . talking wasn’t coming easily . all the nonsense that doctor nicky placed into her head about opening up conversation & getting what she wanted from it wasn’t working . perhaps it was a bit to ambitious --- she was fucking the guy after all . he could’ve been filling her brain with bullshit for all she knows . while she did feel better after their sessions , she’s now beginning to doubt his help seeing that none of it applies when you’re trapped inside a glass cage meant for books . or at least that’s what she was told ; now she’s curious as to what mr . mooney’s true purpose for it was . ‘ what makes us so different ? candace cheated , right ? i fucked my therapist . what makes us so dissimilar when our actions are the same ? ’
what game was she playing ? beck has to ask herself the same . the energy that comes back to her from chugging half of the latte had left her without a filter , restless , & a little mean . not that it truly matters . she was probably going to die in this cage if she didn’t think of a plan other than asking him why he was such a fuckup , repeatedly . the original game plan was to play it nice , to get sympathy , to see if that would work . if his heart would swell for her so much that he’d apologize & let her free . but that hasn’t been the case . so far she is his captive & it seemed as though only one of them could see it that way .
he didn’t lie . this emits a scoff . unbelievable , she thinks , all while trying to muster up something about how his whole persona was a lie . at least it felt like it . forcing her to fall in love with him as he knew more than he should’ve , killed her people , & kept sick mementos for whatever purpose . his demand pulls her out of her thoughts , body jerking , eyes flinching before focusing back on the breakfast he brought . the woman gulps , slowly sinking to the stool in front of the glass , sitting down to take another bite of the food . while it was tasty & savory , her tastebuds heightening to a new extreme & relinquishing in the fact that her body could finally stop hissing at her for food , it was still hard to eat . the nerves , being a few feet away from a bucket of her own piss , & the anxiety of whether or not he was poisoning her for some reason was still lingering . the more he talks , the more he admits , the more she eats & she digs in like it’s both her first meal in weeks & her last meal ever .
‘ so because my accounts aren’t private , you just assumed that i was asking for a stalker ? ’ truly she’d never actually thought about it . no one in their right mind would think that something as small as a five word tweet would end with such great consequences . ‘ were you following me ? is that how you knew i’d be on the subway that night ? how you got my panties ? how you kept--- -- showing up everywhere ? ’ hand reaches out for the glass , trying to get some sense of the outside world while putting false hope inside the man . ‘ joe , i’m trying to understand , i am . help me understand because right now it’s not looking too good for either of us . ’
Well, that was a mistake - Resquest by anon
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈
sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
BOOK VIII: MEDICINE
❛ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready. ❜
❛ you were a plague none were prepared for. ❜
❛ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ❜
❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜
❛ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ❜
❛ there’s no rule stating that parasites can’t be pretty. ❜
❛ justice: just us. ❜
❛ anathema - me without you. ❜
❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜
❛ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ❜
❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜
❛ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how they’ll infect you. ❜
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜
❛ let none be the noose. ❜
❛ take what you can and run. ❜
❛ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ❜
❛ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ❜
❛ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ❜
❛ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it. ❜
❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜
❛ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ❜
❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜
❛ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ❜
❛ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ❜
BOOK X: LOVERS & LOSERS
❛ pick a place and die there. ❜
❛ i know you mean well. ❜
❛ may fortune favour the fuckups. ❜
❛ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ❜
❛ learn it’s best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ❜
❛ i worry. i worry. worry. ❜
❛ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ❜
❛ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ❜
❛ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ❜
❛ words in couples carry weight: “fuck you.” “hell no.” “oh god.” “sorry mom.” ❜
❛ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ❜
❛ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. ❜
BOOK XII: ILLUMINATE
❛ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ❜
❛ you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ❜
❛ we don’t know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ❜
❛ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ❜
❛ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ❜
❛ there’s asking for forgiveness, there’s asking for permission, and then there’s saying “fuck it,” and doing what you may. ❜
❛ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ❜
❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜
❛ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ❜
❛ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ❜
❛ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ❜
❛ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ❜
BOOK XII: OBITUARIES
❛ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ❜
❛ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ❜
❛ you’ll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ❜
❛ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ❜
❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜
❛ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ❜
❛ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ❜
❛ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ❜
❛ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ❜
❛ the body is rot waiting to happen. ❜
❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜
❛ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ❜
@heathcliffd asked : pick me . choose me . love me .
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 . what if joe wasn’t the one ? what if he was ? he could be the prince charming she’d been waiting for , hoping for . time & time again he’d proven that he was good --- so good , too damn good in every aspect , to the point where she questioned his every move . he was there for her , a friend to run to when she was in need , a shoulder to lean on , someone to bitch to . he’d been good about her friends , sweet on girls night . not to mention , anything including their bodies melding together had been pretty remarkable thus far --- better than what the first time lead her to believe . now as he stands there , heart on his sleeve , waiting for beck’s answer , she isn’t sure what to say . her heart melts for the good guy while it breaks for the ones who’s chewed her up & spit her out . what if she didn’t deserve good , sweet , & happy ? what if she ruined him ? the million what if’s play on forever in her mind , making a sick game of it all as she stands in silence , truly conflicted before her brain shuts itself up & an arm extends without second thought , tugging at his sweater to pull him down towards her , letting their lips crash together yet again as her silent answer . she was picking him , choosing him , slowly loving him . it was for the better after all , wasn’t it ? maybe she deserved this --- someone like joe , true happiness . ‘ you put up a strong argument , ’ she finally says , a smirk steadily growing . ‘ you’re not gonna go off & break my heart anytime soon , are you ? ’
( * & . --- grey’s anatomy starters ↷ accepting !
pick me. choose me. love me.
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 . what if joe wasn’t the one ? what if he was ? he could be the prince charming she’d been waiting for , hoping for . time & time again he’d proven that he was good --- so good , too damn good in every aspect , to the point where she questioned his every move . he was there for her , a friend to run to when she was in need , a shoulder to lean on , someone to bitch to . he’d been good about her friends , sweet on girls night . not to mention , the sex had been pretty remarkable thus far --- better than what the first time lead her to believe . now as he stands there , heart on his sleeve , waiting for beck’s answer , she isn’t sure what to say . her heart melts for the good guy while it breaks for the ones who’s chewed her up & spit her out . what if she didn’t deserve good , sweet , & happy ? what if she ruined him ? the million what if’s play on forever in her mind , making a sick game of it all as she stands in silence , truly conflicted before her brain shuts itself up & an arm extends without second thought , tugging at his sweater to pull him down towards her , letting their lips crash together yet again as her silent answer . she was picking him , choosing him , slowly loving him . it was for the better after all , wasn’t it ? maybe she deserved this --- someone like joe , true happiness . ‘ you put up a strong argument , ’ she finally says , a smirk steadily growing . ‘ you’re not gonna go off & break my heart anytime soon , are you ? ’
( * & . --- @heathcliffd ↷ greys anatomy starters ↷ accepting !
‘ it’s not true … it’s not true . he takes the truth but he twists it and changes it to fit his own story . ’ / peach
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 . peach wasn’t wrong . she hardly ever was . especially when it came to the likes of benjamin j. ashby iii . there was hardly any truth when it came to that man , yet beck was hooked for no good reason . he was a druggie ; one that treated her like shit , broke her heart , & couldn’t even make her cum . now he was feeding lies into her via text message & email & drug induced tweets . it all took beck’s heartbreak to a new extreme . wanting benji was her own damn conflict , loving him was just trouble . ‘ fine , you’re right . i know you’re right . we’re done with benji . ’ the words sound strained , as if she’s forcing herself to say it . fake it till you make it was the only mentality she could apply to the current situation . new mentality or not , there’s still a prominent frown intact on plump lips as she tucks a strand of loose hair behind her hair , trying to figure out what’s next . ‘ who knows , maybe it’s time to dust off the old tinder profile & give it another go . ’ that or write . she knows it’s time to write & has a not - so - wild hunch that peach was about to tell her the same . maybe she could write about benji & be done with it , all while flinging herself into a few strange beds .
( * & . --- @ontoyou ↷ grey’s anatomy starters ↷ accepting !
@heathcliffd ↷ JOE
𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞. at least that’s a start. see, i’ve spent weeks trying to understand you — months trying to get to know you better. you somehow believed that a guy like benji is all you deserved. you somehow believed that someone like peach, with all her drama and all her perversions, was the only best friend that you had. god, you lived such a sad life — and then you let me. when you let go of those things in your life, look what happened. you’re a writer. you write. you don’t sit there, drinking you caramel fucking macchiato and dipping your toe in the proverbial river and staring out the window like a goddamn over - hyped, over - watched music video. because that’s not life. we get that, though, right, beck? you and i — we understand that.
there are some things you need to know. one, i’m not a killer. passionate, yes, but i never set out to kill those people — they were just obstacles that needed to get out the way. two, i only took your panties as a keepsake — a little memoir, if you will. the first time i met you. then the first time i was in your apartment. ode to beck. i didn’t do anything creepy with them, okay? i just wanted them. nice guys don’t get what they want, unless they go and take it. so i did what any other guy would do, and took them.
“but i didn’t set out to kill them, beck — i didn’t do it on purpose. you have to understand that, right?” you have to, beck, because frankly — i’m not sure how we’re supposed to get through this if you don’t. i don’t know what i’m going to do. at least we’re making progress — opening a dialogue. doctor nicky would be proud — we’re finally processing our feelings in a healthy, constructive way. but i’m not sure if you ever listened to him, when you were pressed up against his nice, long, hard oak desk. (but i don’t blame you for that. he took advantage of you. i’ll deal with him soon.)
and now you’re eating. i knew you’d feel better once you got some food down you. that’s why i got your favourite — i told you i was a good boyfriend. you eat, and i’ll eat too. that’s why i pull the chair up — not because i particularly want this conversation to happen, but at least we’re having breakfast together again.
“candace broke my heart, beck. i had to make sure you were safe — i had to make sure you wouldn’t do that to me too.” candace. god, i thought we were over this. the whole get to know my ex and how she hurt me spiel is really getting fucking old right about now. we’ve been through this. we’ve had the i would never hurt you that way talk over eggs and coffee.
“i do care about you. i do love you. please, beck — please, understand that. i wouldn’t do any of this if i didn’t.”
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐒 , 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 . it’s a combination she hasn’t felt in years . not since her father walked out . except then it was normal . a lot of kids knew divorce from a young age , sadly quite a few knew addiction as well . that feeling , the way her mind tried to shut her entire being down , was now foreign & came back with a whole new force . however this time her senses heighten & her body kicks to a new extreme . no one ( save for possibly benji , peach , candace , & god knows who else ) have never experienced this . the way your skin pricks every time he talks , the way your heart pounds out of your chest the moment he walks down the steps . a few days ago she was in love . god , she was in love with him just hours prior to knowing what he was . now she’s living in regret . every little thing she did wrong rings in her head , giving her clear sight of the things that could be happening now had she not walked into mooney’s one day in pursuit of a fucking paula fox novel she could’ve easily ordered on amazon . one little interaction blossomed into next level mental torment that she’d only read about .
the more swigs of coffee the better . with every small sip , her fight or flight senses kick in . mind sends into overdrive , now wanting to keep the pathway for conversation open . distract him , distract herself . she wanted answers , she wanted him on his knees with guilt so she could make her escape . this tactic , however , wasn’t proving to be easy . instead it was more difficult than she could’ve imagined . not a damn thought he had was logical . no matter how he phrased it , no matter the motive , he was still a killer . the more time she has to think about it , to pace her little cage trying to wrap her head around it , the only thought she has was he was a obsessive sociopathic stalker . that was it . nothing more , absolutely nothing less . ‘ you’re kidding me , right ? you don’t just--- -- accidentally murder someone . ’
she gulps , trying to keep her eye on the prize : her escape . the key presses against her skin , slow movements taken to make sure it was still there & easily in reach as eyes dart back to joe , behind him towards the stairs , & quickly set back at the waffles he’d slipped in , slowly becoming cold . head shakes at the sound of candace , remembering karen’s words . ‘ she’s dead too , isn’t she ? dead as peach . dead as benji . ’ yes , she clearly remembers the instagram , but that doesn’t stop the doubt that’s burrowing into her brain , taking up space when she desperately needed to clear her head in order to figure out her means of escape . if his heart was broken by this poor girl , who knows what he was capable of . the thought alone made her empty stomach churn . ‘ i wanna know everything . right here , right now . why me , joe ? what desperate fucking measures did you go through to force me to fall in love with you ? i don’t even know who you are ! ’ there’s a moment where words fall short , breath catching in her throat . ‘ no , no , you don’t . if you love someone , you don’t cage them . this is the opposite of loving & caring . if you truly loved me , you’d let me out instead of--- - humiliating me in the most dehumanizing way possible . ’
joe : everything i’ve done , i’ve done for you beck : biTCH WHAT THE FUCK
( * & . — GREY’S ANATOMY SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ what was i to you ? the girl you screwed to get over being screwed ? ’
‘ you were like coming up for fresh air . it’s like i was drowning and you saved me . that’s all i know . ’
‘ am i ? … dead ? ’
‘ i’m glad you’re being strong about this . i know how hard this is , i know how bad you feel . ’
‘ not everybody has to be happy all the time . that’s not mental health , that’s crap . ’
‘ it’s not a screw up , it’s a miracle . ’
‘ please don’t cry on my ass . ’
‘ what do you need , an “ i love you ” or something ? i love you . call me when you get there . ’
‘ oh , yay ! someone’s hurt . ’
‘ pick me . choose me . love me . ’
‘ i’m just not ready to forgive you yet . ’
‘ go on , just get it all out . all the tears . ’
‘ i intend to fight like a girl . i’ll let them kill each other and then i’ll be the last one standing . ’
‘ well , isn’t this cozy ? can i join or are you not into threesomes ? ’
‘ if i went missing , would anyone notice i was gone ? ’
‘ that is rude and unkind and completely true . ’
‘ so , i’m bisexual . so what ? it’s called lgbtq for a reason . there’s a b in there and it doesn’t mean badass . okay , it does , but it also means bi . ’
‘ can you go have sex with him and make him be nicer ? ’
‘ i don’t know what i am , but i know that i am not happy . ’
‘ it’s okay … to be tired , right ? ’
‘ i don’t know who i am anymore . not someone i ever thought i’d be . ’
‘ i believe , if you were dead , the world would be a better place . ’
‘ don’t let what they want eclipse what you need . ’
‘ he is not the sun . you are . ’
‘ he can go suck it ! i am the sun . ’
‘ did he visit “ ladytown ” ? because i find if they don’t go down to “ ladytown ” the first time … there should be no next time . ’
‘ i need more liquor , i’m not ready . ’
‘ uh , this bottle is empty , are there more ? bottles ? ’
‘ i’m all alone and i have nothing and no one wants me . ’
‘ let’s do it . let’s make a baby , right now . ’
‘ is it true ? did you punch a homophobe ? ooh , unexpected . high five ! ’
‘ we’re adults . when did this happen ? and how do we make it stop ? ’
‘ you think i’m broken ? fix me . cause i’m no quitter . ’
‘ i’m not happy and bubbly . i’m dark and cloudy . ’
‘ you never think the last time’s going to be the last time . you think there will be more . you think you have forever , but you don’t . ’
‘ no one is leaving and no one is dying . ’
‘ everyone is leaving and everyone is dying . ’
‘ the words that you said were “ lets take this bitch down . ” ’
‘ that was the tequila talking . ’
‘ the only way to fail is not to fight so you fight until you can’t fight anymore . ’
‘ from now on , you can expect that i’m gonna show up . even if i yell , even if you yell . i’m always gonna show up , okay ? ’
‘ it’s not true … it’s not true . he takes the truth but he twists it and changes it to fit his own story . ’
‘ you’re my person . if i murdered someone , you’re the person i’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor . ’
‘ you are my favorite person on the planet and if we are meant to be more in this lifetime it can’t start with you cheating . ’
‘ are you plotting a murder ? a nuclear attack ? it’s fine , i’ll get on board , i’m sure you have a good reason . but just , let me know . ’
‘ you’ve said that word so many times today it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore . ’
‘ who here feels like they have no idea what they’re doing ? ’
‘ too many people have seen me naked already . i’d like to keep whatever dignity i have left . ’
‘ we screw boys like whores on tequila . ’
‘ i want another chance . i’m so in love with you . ’
‘ i know you have a boyfriend . i’m saying you could have a husband . ’
‘ your boobs are perfect , your hair is down to there . if i were you , i’d walk around naked all the time . ’
‘ i believe that in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary , we’ll all be okay . ’
‘ your choice , it’s simple : them or me ? i’m sure they’re really great , but i love you . ’
‘ i get it , okay ? i get it ! you’ll be okay , you’ll be fine , but what about me ? so don’t do it for yourself , do it for me ! ’
‘ i’ll never be able to forgive you for making me love you . ’
‘ when your life is sucking you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men . it’s your thing or whatever . i find it charming . ’
