“I am an overreaction.”
Those were the days when I still liked hyperbole, before an excess of real drama killed my taste for the manufactured kind.
Drag me why don’t you.
“For the first time in her life, she wished she loved him less. It was dangerous to feel this way; she was like a naked infant exposed to the elements. Fragile and infinitely afraid. He could ruin her someday. Of that she had no doubt.”
I like this quote from the novel I’m currently reading:
He had taken her love for granted – like it was an asset he owned – but it hadn’t been an asset, it had been an investment. One he’d let sink.
This was my favorite passage.
“Everyone makes fun of you girls for taking selfies, but I think it’s brilliant. Someday you can look back and know that the person in the picture was you.”