❝And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
Eat it until she cums or don’t eat it at all.
❝Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: ‘What does his voice sound like?’ ‘What games does he like best?’ ‘Does he collect butterflies?’ They ask: ‘How old is he?’ ‘How many brothers does he have?’ ‘How much does he weigh?’ ‘How much money does he have?’ Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, ‘I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves at the roof…,’ they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, ‘I saw a house worth a thousand francs.’ Then they exclaim, ‘What a pretty house!’
❝Writers – a real writer’s gotta be in the beds. In all the trenches, in all the broken places.
I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards.
❝When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.
❝Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.