below are random starters taken from/inspired by the novel Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.
âShould I remove my soul before I come inside?â
âPlease donât eat anything in that area.â
âHe is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid a lot, a guy who likes women, a guy who would actually fuck me properly.â
âI would like to be fucked properly.â
âI sound quite slutty, donât I?â
âYou look all twitchy.â
âThereâs no romantic present for wood.â
âGo home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis and scream, âThereâs some wood for you, bitch.ââ
âThe cat was sweet, but extremely stupid.â
âWell you certainly take your time about it, donât you?â
âSo how likely is it Iâll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry?â
â'Heâs doing what you tell him to do because he doesnât care enough to argue,â I think. âYour petty demands simply make him feel superior, or resentful, and someday he will fuck his pretty, young coworker who asks nothing of him, and you will actually be shocked.ââ
âLet me guess: baby of the family.â
âI am fat with love!â
âNeither of us gets stage fright.â
âThis is how I always pictured it. This is exactly how I pictured it.â
âI sometimes bring my coffee and the paper and just sit.â
âYouâre a planner, arenât you? You donât seem like the type to wing anything.â
âWe call them the âdancing monkeysâ.â
âI am content with letting him be himself.â
âI wanted to play it cool, but then I started crying.â
âPlease donât lay a guilt trip on me on top of it.â
âNot according to the prenup.â
âI canât even figure out if I should be angry.â
âMy dad isnât someone I like to talk about that much.â
âI feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse.â
âI donât feel like a person at all : I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock.â
âI donât feel real anymore.â
âI still say itâs the river.â
âPicture me: Iâm crazy about you.â
âWow your parents must really hate me.â
I âHope you like canned soup.â
âIf there was ever a time for assisted sleepâŚâ
âJust got to keep on keeping on.â
âIâm making the best of a really bad situation.â
âHe/She seemed to have lost all interest in both me and said ailing parents.â
âBaby, why the fuck havenât you called me?â
âI need to feel your hands on me, thatâs all Iâve been thinking about.â
âCome up with me. I want to be with you.â
âSometimes, I look at myself and I think : No wonder why people around you find you ridiculous, frivolous, and spoiled.â
âNo itâs not that, truly. Iâve never given blood. My doctor gets angry at me because I canât even handle a yearly blood test for, like, cholesterol.â
âYouâre a cheater!â
âIt would be funnier if our sex life were as carefree as the rhyme would suggest. But last week we did⌠fuck? Something more romantic than have sex but less cheesy than make love.â
âI canât help but wonder, whatâs the catch?â
âYou were in a screaming argument about a cat box.â
âHe uses me for sex when he needs to.â
âQuiz: Your husband, with whom you shared a wonderful sex life, has turned distant and cold â he only wants sex his way, on his time. What do you do?â
âIâve been indulging in toddler therapy.â
âWell, now might be the right time. To start a family. Try to get pregnant.â
âI m cracking under the pressure. I will snap.â
âI didnât realize until I was almost there that it was Valentineâs Day. It was Valentineâs day and I was going to buy a gun and then cook my spouse dinner.â
âI just would feel safer with a gun.â
âI donât know what would be good luck : plus sign or minus sign.â
âThis man might kill me.â
âPicture me : Iâm a girl who is very bad. I need to be punished, and by punished, I mean HAD.â
âIâve told you, Iâve told you so many times!â
âTo start: I should never have been born.â
âIs she still alive?â
âI was the girl/boy who battled oblivion and won.â
âI ruined my motherâs womb in the process.â
âIâve always been better than the rest of them. I was the one who made it.â
âThey get to be perfect without even trying, without even facing one moment of existence, while I am here on earth, and everyday I must try, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.â
âThatâs because you loved a person who didnât really exist.â
âBeing the Cool Girl means you are a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes, and anal sex.â
âMen actually think that girl exists.â
âThe Cool Girls are even more pathetic. Theyâre not pretending to be the woman they want to be, theyâre pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be.â
âItâs tempting to be the girl every guy wants.â
âThey never taught me how to be happy.â
âI would always try to figure out why this is fun.â
âIf you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.â