VC

“All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.’ – VIET THANH NGUYEN”
― Patrick Radden Keefe, Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland

“And he’s all surprised that I know his face, but what he doesn’t know is that how he looks in the morning time is burned into my memory and one day, when all this is over and we’re not hooking up anymore and he’s with someone else and I’ve figured out how to move on and past him and we’re not together anymore7 because I don’t think he has room in his heart to see me like that when all he can see is her, even if sometimes now it feels like maybe8 he could—even then, I will see his face when I close my eyes.”
― Jessa Hastings, Daisy Haites

“I know they’re small, but somehow they remind me of armor.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You could keep me your dirty little secret, come to me tasting like other men, I’d still take you back every fucking time,” he says, a muscle ticking violently in his jaw. “I’d rather have a fraction of you than all of someone else.”
― Yulin Kuang, How to End a Love Story