PULL EVERYTHING APART

Slacks | St. South

i guess i’ve been distracted by a handsome man with a big… IQ!

you really care about me, don’t you? i mean you care a lot. enough to give up having sex… with me!

i’m going crazy because of the sneaking around… the lying. maybe we should break up.

don’t dismiss hormones. they are real and they are powerful.

i can tell you from the bottom of my heart –– I DO NOT LOVE YOU. i love [ name ].

all these lies; you really think you’re going to get away with it?

all this time you’ve been pretending about wanting to have a life with me?

when i think about the future, i want to be the kind of guy/girl who deserves a girl/guy like you.

i don’t give a crap how sorry you are. you’re dead to me.

you’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like pure evil.

you better back off before i blind you with that needle.

what do you taste like?! what is that… hay?

hope you’re enjoying my sloppy seconds.

you mess with my heart, i’ll mess with yours.

i don’t want to see you with [ name ] because i can’t stand to see you with him/her and not me.

if we’re all through with his oh-i’m-so-good-looking angst, can we get back to me?

i can’t be the guy/girl who doesn’t care you’re into somebody else.

i want to bring my sad and pathetic friends with me.

it’s a very interesting thing called “none of your business”.

we never talked about our future because we didn’t think we had one. so maybe it’s time we start acting like we do.

in the words of tim gunn, i’m gonna make this damn thing work!

why are you dressed like an extra from ‘brokeback mountain’?

are you using again? you’re a little too happy about this tree.

i’m your girlfriend/boyfriend. not some dog you can order around.

when i found out you were in trouble i dropped everything and went to find you. that’s how i ended up here. when you found out i was hurt you went shopping for paperweights.

it may not be everyone’s cup of tea but neither is hippie hair and you’ve seemed to make that work.

who do you want to be, [ name ]? a strong woman or just the girl who gets the guy?

the past has a way of coming back whether we want it to or not.

you’re good with your hands as i recall.

you know you sure have a lot of opinions about how i should live my life for somebody who is just a friend.

i said some hippie freaks were selling their crap; s/he probably wanted to go be with her/his people.

why does every guy think that the answer to a girl’s problems is to get a guy?

pretty soon i’m going to hell… don’t need to add to that by defrocking a priest.

c'mon [ name], it’s you. it’s not like you’re gonna have some skanky bar sex with some rando.

for me, last night couldn’t have just happened with anyone, [ name ]. i think i have feelings for you.

and just so we’re clear, i never wanna hear the phrase “baby-making sex” ever again.

as emily post might’ve said, when your homosexual best friend fathers your child, common etiquette dictates a suitable gift.

you gotta stop loving me so much. seriously, we gotta get you a puppy or something.

hey, remember yesterday when you were not a dick for like five minutes? can we do more of that?