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“No one has to apologize for tears, dude.”

He believed in his own decency with all his heart. So it was with every true monster

What’s gold stays gold forever, you know?

Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

Crazy fuck wants every day to be like Christmas, but I’ll give him the fucking Fourth of July.

By the time I knew it was a mistake, it was too late to come back. That’s usually how it is.

Vic shut her eyes and thought, Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it. They were perhaps the only true words of prayer she had ever been able to utter with all her heart. Her ears roared with the sound of her own blood.

What it saved in agony, it made up for in humiliation.

It occurred to her that there was, at best, a minute or so left to her life. She asked herself if she was ready for it.

It seemed to her sometimes that this was the only fight that mattered: the struggle to take the world’s chaos and make it mean something, to put it to words.