Leah Raeder Quotes
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Leah Raeder Famous Quotes & Sayings
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This is ridiculous," I said, trying to laugh it off. "I never cry at movies."
"Because you've never been in love," he said.
"Because you've never been in love," he said.
This is what happens when you lie. Lies grow thin and steely and hard and become bars. Bars become a cage.
Okay, I should probably go. I don't want to stop, though. I can't stop with you. Come with me to St. Louis. Let's find happiness.
Things I didn't expect to do my senior year:
Become a drug dealer.
Become my mother.
Find and lose the love of my life.
Become a drug dealer.
Become my mother.
Find and lose the love of my life.
If you're trying to avoid loss, there's no point in taking another breath, or letting your heart beat one more time. It all ends.
That's why we're just friends," Armin said, so softly I barely heard. "She can't fall in love, and I can't fall out.
Was that what I'd have to do? Pry my ribs open and see whose hands fit, whose fingers were stained with the same red inside me?
That was what we'd finally been forced to confront: if our relationship was based on forbiddenness, what would happen when it was no longer forbidden?
A body has a way of wanting to be touched so badly that the touch itself will hurt, but so will remaining untouched. Nothing helps.
The storm front had finally broken, tatters of cloud pulling apart like cotton candy and sprinkling the sky with the bright sugar grains of stars.
The clearest sign of coming catastrophe is when all the bad shit in your life suddenly stops. You're entering the eye of the shitstorm.
Maybe it wasn't solely about getting off. Maybe it was the illusion of intimacy, of sharing a life with this girl you jerked off to.
Sometimes people set themselves up to be hurt by a situation, instead of hurting themselves directly. To absolve the blame.
I felt like an animal in a cage being stared at by other animals, all of us anonymous, mindless, interchangeable.
Point is, nobody knows what to do with this life. And the second you think you do, your life will flip upside down.
Simplify what you see until it's only bones, essence, soul. That's the only way to understand what something really is.
That's another thing about lies: if you convince yourself they're true, they become true. A lie is a discrepancy of belief, not fact.
Here's a history of the world: Girl meets boy. Girl fucks boy. Girl gets scared and skips out on boy. Boy builds civilization to lure girl back.
I see the lights every night. It seems like the whole world has figured out how to be happy, but no one's letting me in on the secret.
Some girls had mothers who never called them beautiful but swore their love up and down. It's all the same, really. All bullshit.
Sometimes you feel things so much, so intensely, it becomes a new kind of numbness, the oblivion of overstimulation.
But when I was alone I couldn't breathe. Everything feels like drowning except you. You're my oxygen.
I stood in the rain, watching his car go. A string tied to it looped around my heart and pulled tighter and tighter until it sheared clean through.
You said you didn't know how to have a grown-up relationship. Well, here's your first lesson, Maise. When it gets hard, you don't run away.
Maybe we needed to break a little, so we could put ourselves back together more beautifully than before.
If two people could make each other smile and laugh and forget all the pain and darkness in the world for a moment, why should we feel ashamed of it?
No pretensions of goodness, of trying to do the right thing. We'd both wanted to embrace this fucked-up thing between us.
Our gazes struck like flint and steel. And I realized that gunsmoke smell wasn't ozone. It was us. We burned.
We'd never know what was real and what wasn't about each other. That was the beauty of our shared fiction.
Did you see her?" I said. He raised his eyebrows. "The real me." "She's right here," he said, and kissed me.
But this is who you are. You're a liar, and a thief, and a junkie. I don't hate you, Mom. I'm disappointed in you.
What a strange world where we pay people to listen to our problems, and pay them to fuck themselves while we watch, and pay them to save us.
We all see blue, but some of us see blue as an inflection, a mood, of black or red, while others see blue as its own creature.