Naoise Dolan

When he said that, I wanted to go to his potentially matrimonial wine rack, choose his jammiest Cabernet Sauvignon, open it tenderly, and empty it over his MacBook. I didn’t. He’d buy a new laptop tomorrow, be pleased with the improved touch bar, and deny to my face that I had done that thin

The more I imagined things, the more personal they felt.

agreed this was extremely male.

i wish i knew how i felt about everything, then erased that, too.

think you want to feel special—which is fair, who doesn’t—but you won’t allow yourself to feel special in a good way, so you tell yourself you’re especially bad.”

I wanted people to know we were together, but only the ones who wouldn’t hurt us for it.

i admittedly can’t quite stop talking to you but i’m pretty sure it’s just i’m so fucked up that i need a break from having feelings.

seemed humorous that Julian could be standing to the right, looking like the rest of us, when we had stayed while he was gone.

I was a bad person who did not know how to love.

i thought if i let anyone in, they’d find out what was broken about me. and then not only would they know, i’d know too.