MOVED.

Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s your soul mate.

There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be.

This is a story of boy meets girl.

I love how she makes me feel, like anything’s possible, or like life is worth it.

Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?

Fuck you, whore!

That’s not inspirational that’s suicidal!

What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you?

I think you’re just remembering the good stuff. 

It’s these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all lies and the heartache, everything.

She took a giant shit on my face. Literally.

That’s disgusting. What’s wrong with you?

I can’t give you that. Nobody can.

I need some consistency.

Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

Just some guy she met at the gym with Brad Pitt’s face and Jesus’ abs.

To die by your side, such a heavenly way to die.

Either she’s an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or… she’s a robot.

People don’t realize this, but loneliness is underrated.

There’s only two kinds of people in the world. There’s women, and there’s men. 

You were just wrong about me.

This is not how you treat your friend! Kissing in the copy room? Holding hands in IKEA? Shower sex? Come on!

We’ve been like Sid and Nancy for months now.

I’ve never told anybody that before.

Misery, sadness, loss of faith, no reason to live… This is perfect for you.

What happens if you fall in love?

This is lies. We are liars.

They used to call me “Anal Girl”— I was very neat and organized.

There’s no such thing as love, it’s fantasy…

That guy had a lot more sex than me.

                        ’ —-am i bothering you? ‘