"Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via delicateswans)
"- Love is blind.
- No, no, no, it’s worse. Love distorts things. Or even worse, love is something you’ve never asked for. The erotic was something I asked for, or even demanded of men. But this idiotic love. I felt humiliated by it and all the dishonesty that follows. The erotic is about saying yes. Love appeals to lowest instincts wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no? And vice versa. I’m ashamed of what I became but it was beyond my control."
Nymphomaniac Vol.1 (via mudasti)
MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING.