She got the job because of something beginning with the letter ‘b’. It wasn’t brains.
Impossibility is not a fact. Impossibility is an opinion.
I didn’t say his death was “inevitable”.
I said it was “enviable”.
As she stormed out of our lives forever she dropped her massive tome of insane rantings.
Most of it was bullshit but she really made some good points about people who insist of using vanilla bean pods over vanilla essence.
Her beauty was her only currency and by the time she turned 20, she was morally bankrupt. When she reached 23, she had been in a series of relationships with both men and women; though later on, she was never quite certain if this made her bi, lesbian or just a good opportunist.
He heard them saying something about an accident and a time of death, as he lay there staring helplessly at a host of people, doctors and nurses he assumed, with masks on their faces and gloves on their hands.
As a noisy, whining machine was powered off above his head, and as the doctors and nurses walked away discussing what would be for lunch, he lay there, unable to move, breath, or even blink, trying to scream, “No wait, don’t go away!”
Getting your shit together is not a process.
Getting your shit together is not a destination.
Morning coffee brought out all the secrets they had been keeping. “The silence,” he said, “is me thinking.”
I’ve got to the point in my life that all the music I listen to is by dead people.
Not Zombie music, but that all the singers have died, I mean.
Please stop playing the “would you still love me if” game.
I’ve already had to lie a few times and I really don’t like that.
If you were to tell her how sweet her expression looked, how cute SHE looked, she would just vehemently reply: ” I don’t want to look cute or girly, I am strong and can fight with the best of them.”
Yet, in sleep’s embrace her softness shone through, no matter what she said.
My time with you was much like an extended drinking session.
Sure it was good at the time but now I’m just hungover and sick.
The frog is green.
That took eight years to write.
“I don’t get why micro-stories always have to shock or amuse or have a twist,” she said. “Me neither,” he said, putting the knife back in its sheath.
Why did you leave?
I had this big piñata just waiting to go.
Wearing that red lipstick totally does not make you look like a whore.
God is great!
So is pizza!
Some people just don’t understand that when I make a promise I actually mean it.
Yes I died but that isn’t going to stop us being together for eternity!
Months now and I still obsess.
Why did you fall, my delicious ice-cream?