Iman > Iman's Quotes

“I like storms. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don't ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt if I knew I had you. Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you, was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home. Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is “coward.” I a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school. You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“You've already made me cry countless times." I raised my middle finger to him slowly, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. "It's me, wiping away the last tear you'll ever get.”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“Yesterday lasts forever.
Tomorrow comes never.
Until you”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“Acting like you don't care is not letting it go.”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“Isn’t it about time you fought back?”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Alone, Empty, Fraud, Shame, Fear,
Close your eyes.There is nothing to see out here.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“It gets better, you are important, and you can't be replaced. Hang on. You'll fing youre tribe.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.” “I”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“You kissed my hair while sticking me in the heart. But your house will break before I fall apart. -Punk”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“You loved me. We were besties. I lend you my eye shadow. But someday all you'll be is someone I used to know. - Punk”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“We were perfect for each other. Until we met”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Anything goes when everyone knows

Where do you hide when their highs are your lows?

So much, so hard, so long, so tired,

Let them eat until you’re ground into nothing.

Don’t you worry your glossy little lips.

What they savor ‘ventually loses it’s flavor.

I wanna lick, while you still taste like you.

Bookmark it, says the cheerleader

I promise we’ll come back to this spot.

I have shit to do first. You won’t wait a lot.

I can’t make her stay,

and I can’t watch her go.

I’ll keep her hellfire heart,

And bookmark it ‘fore it goes cold.

Fifty-seven times I didn’t call

Fifty-seven letters I didn’t send,

Fifty-seven stitches to breathe again, and then I fucking pretend.

Fifty-seven days to not need you

Fifty-seven times to give up on you

Fifty-seven steps away from you,

Fifty-seven nights of nothing but you.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57