It’s a dangerous feeling getting noticed, being wanted. Getting seen deep and proper, it’s shit hot but terrible too. It’s like being took over. And your whole skin hurts like you suddenly grew two sizes in a minute.
It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you can't interfere with people you love anymore than you're supposed to interfere with people you don't even know.
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Some people build fences to keep people out...and other people build fences to keep people in.
I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look.
There isn’t one thing in the world hot and hard as knowing there’s someone waiting, coming, pressing, wanting you.
How can you love somebody and yet want to manage the amount of happiness that person is allowed?
We did everything together, all the kids, all the grownups. But I spose the women and the children was the closest. There’s something about the men just stops them being able.
I don’t know why, but when you treat men bad, they love it.
And you know someone’s special when you never get enough of them.
You can't let nobody take nothing from you.
You know, it really isn’t as simple as you think it is. You don’t know what it is to love an asshole.
Wine, music: a ritual that men and women play out with each other.