Kelsey talks about being a widow the same way Ashley I. talks about being a virgin, as if it’s a currency that is going to persuade Chris to keep them around. It’s gross.
We’re talking not only the ugliness of the cry but also the duration and frequency of it.
It’s always a bit funny to see how someone presents themselves to others when you have a little inside knowledge about their lives.
This is when I realized what I was looking at. “Her last photo” wasn’t the name of a movie, it was a description.
“We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”
I don’t want to participate in the charade of easy, of always being happy or of always finding meaning in sadness.
Whenever anyone talks about a terrible ex, always remember they had the poor taste to date them, the poor taste to bitch about their decision afterwards, and the poor taste to forget that like attracts like.
Most people have to trim themselves down to fit inside a stencil, they aren’t born that way.
Who is the craziest bitch of them all?
Following the advice “never make someone a priority who leaves you as an option” will ensure that you remain unhappy forever, chasing a kind of equality and reciprocity that doesn’t exist in real relationships.