You want to climb up the stairs
I want to push you back down
But I let you inside
So you can push me around
If I leave before you
And I walk out alone
Keep your hands to yourself
When you follow me home
I don’t want love
I don’t want love
— The Antlers, I Don’t Want Love.
Mitch: Did you give my number to some idiot that you fucked, yesterday?
Jack: Awe. Did he get in touch with you? [smiles]
Mitch: Unbelievable… Look, Jack. I know everything got kind of fucked. And I said a lot of incredibly mean things to try to hurt you, and I just want to make sure you know that I meant all of them. [pause] You’re poison.
I’m still trying to convince myself that this is just a picture of Mary-Kate Olsen dressed as a smoking hobo, Photoshopped over another picture of a lovely father-daughter outing.
It’s not. This is Olivier Sarkozy out for a walk with his girlfriend and his daughter.
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem so bad.
You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.”
“I’M LEAVING YOU.” THAT’S ALL HE SAID.
AND THAT GOT ME TO THINKING, ONCE I STOPPED CRYING. ONCE HE WAS GONE.
ABOUT SO MANY THINGS REALLY, BUT MOSTLY ABOUT HOW FEW WORDS IT TAKES TO SAY SOMETHING TRULY HORRIBLE. YOU CAN DO IT IN TWO BUT THERE’S A LOT OF ROOM FOR MISCOMMUNICATION OR MISUNDERSTANDING. “I’M LEAVING” IS NOT EXACTLY “I’M LEAVING YOU” IF YOU SEE WHAT I’M SAYING. THREE WORDS, THOUGH … YOU CAN DESTROY A PERSON’S SENSE OF PEACE WITH NO MORE THAN THREE WORDS. JUST THINK ABOUT IT. SOME OF THE WORST PHRASES IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE ONLY REQUIRE THREE WORDS.
“YOU HAVE CANCER.”
“YOUR MOTHER DIED.”
“FEATURING 2 CHAINZ.”
SUCH HORRORS, DELIVERED WITH SUCH BREVITY.
CAN I GET SOME MORE REISLING? I’M NOT READY TO GO HOME.
Hold my hand while you cut me down. It had only just begun but now it’s over now.”
— Adele, Tired.
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.”
— The Wonder Years (via saddest-summer)
Happy Endings - Sup.
The high school jock nod. My default across-the-room greeting to people I have to acknowledge don’t need to or feel like talking to.
I remember the weight on the bed shifting, and realizing that this person behind me wasn’t the NYU film student guy, but somebody else. Oh, my God, it was some townie. I had actually lost my virginity to a townie. [ boy grunting ]
This wouldn’t have happened with Victor. He would have taken me gently in his big, strong Drama major arms, and undressed me quietly and expertly, taken my bra off with grace and ease. And it probably wouldn’t have hurt. I should have given myself to Victor last term when I had the chance.
— Lauren Hynde, The Rules of Attraction