Everyone’s entitled to one true love.
It’s not the getting ready, it’s the clean up.
I was a salesman in another life. In this one, I’m the mother of style. Cut me and I bleed Dior.
I think everyone in the world thinks they’re either blessed or cursed. I’ve come to realize that I’m neither. I am a curse. Nobody that gets within ten feet of me survives. And God help you if you get right up close, skin to skin. Then you’re really screwed.
I do not deny that that woman is horrible. Horrible. But in the next hundred years of living, you may find someone who treats you better, who screws you better, who makes you laugh more than cry. You’ll never find anyone who loves you as much as she does.
A man is only as good as his word.
You know what you do when all you know is people taking? You start to give, give it away before they can take it from you. Give it all away for free, and that way, you can pretend that it doesn’t hurt.
Trust me. This place will grow on you.
This is my problem with police officers. All you care about is evidence. Evidence, evidence, evidence. Until that evidence no longer fits the narrative you need to be true, at which point the evidence becomes an illusion, a mistake.
They call me a serial killer? Greatest serial killer of all time is the cops.
The world can be such a dangerous place.
I think it would be good for you to talk about why you want to die. Entertain me with your self-loathing.
