I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren’t good for you.

If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask.

So what if he made me feel like fireworks were going off inside me. He could also make me feel like a big fat clod of heartsick dirt. It was like he could take any emotion I had and make it ten times stronger. Which is great when it’s happiness but pretty darn awful if it’s anything sad

“I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade… And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.”