Somehow, goodbye never feels easy in the mouth; it catches in the throat and twists the tongue and you end up saying, “I’ll see you soon.” As you close the curtain on your way out, the gentle white lie is laid bare and its grim implications jolt you to a halt.
Maybe every lie is a year of punishment in the afterlife.
You have six so far.
So fresh, so clean, so nice, so fine.
At the start it seemed fine but it was a lie.
The artist could not lie.
He spent so very much time alone.
A scene witnessed many times.
A girl I’ve fucked and a girl I’m going to fuck shake hands and I hear “Hi, I’m Mat’s girlfriend.”
One word that will get you through any relationship problem, like, forever.
I tried to lie that my silence didn’t mean anything.
She saw right through me.
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.
Tomorrow at work they’ll ask me what I did on the weekend and I’ll lie and say “you know, just had a bit of fun” or something like that.
The truth is that on the weekend I mocked a few religions, declared a meal “the worst I’ve eaten” though it wasn’t, slept alone, and relaxed my hands on the wheel in yet another reckless game so the car strayed just a little onto the gravel.
I love it when we lie babe!
I wuv you too!
Being a writer mainly is about lying well.
Start with yourself, move to your friends and then the world!
I didn’t lie to my wife about the night out.
I mean, they’re not really strippers if they arrive naked, right?
Let’s be naughty, she lied.
I’m going to spank you, he lied.