My real nature, my real self, wanted that person to believe in me, to see the good, ignore the bad, and make me feel like I had a future.

“You are a fucking naughty girl,” I told her.“Or just a naughty girl you’re fuck…”

“I love you Perry,” he whispered, mouth moving in my hair. “I love you so fuckin…”

“If wishes were fishes, this whole place would really stink.”

“I hate bullshitters; you can never bullshit them.”