Starters || Out-Of-Context Things My Friends and I Have Said.
❝ Kill God. Rule Hell by the Devil’s side. ❞
❝ Go to Hell. Actually, on second thought, don’t. Because I’m definitely going there, and I never want to see you again. ❞
❝ The Devil would be proud of you, and so am I. ❞
❝ I’m going to fight God. I don’t even believe in God, but I’m going to fight him for this one. ❞
❝ Oh, good! Welcome to the dark side. ❞
❝ I believe in us! ... Okay, that’s a lie. I believe in you. ❞
❝ Me, a total dumbass? More likely than you’d think! ❞
❝ Emotional stability? What’s that? — ❞
❝ Aesthetic, that’s why. ❞
❝ You nibble crackers, not people! ❞
❝ No… I didn’t… Look, I got coffee, and then got distracted by the cat. IN MY DEFENSE, they wanted pets. ❞
❝ It was totally a joke! I was kidding, wait — ! ❞
❝ You’re not a person. You’re a concept. ❞
❝ Please don’t eat their flesh - that’s permanent. ❞
❝ I’m just gonna lay here until the world makes sense again... Or until somebody trips over me. Y’know, whichever comes first. ❞
❝ Sleep is a construct, okay? Where’s my coffee? — ❞
❝ It wouldn’t be the creative process if there wasn’t crying involved.
❝ Don’t touch my books. ❞
❝ I know you’re not on my side. I’m not even on my side. ❞
❝ Mistakes were made. Coffee mugs were broken. It’s a long story.
❝ Any rumors of me functioning, are a lie. ❞
❝ Or you could develop a severe caffeine addiction like me. ❞
❝ I can tolerate the ever-living fuck out of you. ❞
❝ Okay, I’ve successfully choked down coffee stronger than [my/your] pride, so I’m significantly closer to being alive. ❞
❝ People don’t need a fairytale where the pain goes away. ❞
❝ I’ve seen what that does to people. Not fucking interested. ❞
❝ I am part of the problem. ❞
❝ If there’s anything I’ve realized about you, it’s that you enjoy when things fall apart. ❞
❝ Have fun in your delusional castle of glass, I suppose. ❞
❝ I’ll stick to my coffee, thanks. ❞
❝ I am alive out of spite. ❞
❝ Sometimes the best thing you can do when you realize you’ve fucked up, is take a step back, regroup, and move on. ❞
❝ We cried, we got drunk; we laughed, and we moved on. ❞
❝ Things will get better. Definitely not today, probably not tomorrow, and maybe not next week. But they will. ❞
❝ Unless her tits are reinforced with Kevlar? She’s dead. ❞
❝ Everyone is art. We’re all masterpieces. ❞
You’re right, and we’re all just floating in our sea of wrongness, being wrong — ❞
❝ Because Mama didn’t raise a mother fucking quitter! ❞
❝ Take me on a date to Hell. We can dance on the coals with demons and monsters. ❞
❝ I did not want to cry at work! ❞
