Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but tequila makes it so she doesn’t give a shit if she’s fond of you are not
Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,
always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
I wondered if I could just drop the role I carried like a mantle of a dethroned prince.
In the white marble hall of the hotel, I’m waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we’re dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.
Men are like beer. Some are bold and some are smooth. But every damn one of ’em has a big-ass head full of air.
Good fences make good neighbors, and these were apparently good enough that they had not felt the need for razor wire at the top. I crested the fence, threw myself into the yard beyond, fell, rolled to my feet, and ran with the expectation of being garroted by a taut clothesline.
I heard panting, looked down, and saw a gold retriever running at my side, ears flapping. The dog glanced up at me tongue rolling, grinning, as though jazzed by the prospect of an unscheduled play session.
There are high places that don’t invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take…I’m giddy with thinking where thinking can’t stick.
There was no mistaking her daughter’s handwriting. And the words… “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.
Don’t you believe any man who makes you feel like you were just a one-time thing.
There was a brown substance inside and Chase had no doubt: it was heroin. Only a tiny amount, but very pure.” – Cutting Right to the Chase Vol.2