Bree

“I loved people. I truly did. But the way I loved was different than most. And, if I was being honest, not all that compatible. I didn’t need to get love in order to give love. I never had. I preferred my affections to be anonymous. Independent. Not because I didn’t care, but because I cared differently. I knew it better than anyone: The most palatable version of me was one seen from a distance.”
― Patric Gagne, Sociopath

“My friends left, the flowers died, I drank all the wine. Nothing survives me, but nothing is designed to. Everyone is just a visitor here, even me. Still, I welcome the tourists.”
― Scaachi Koul, Sucker Punch: Essays

“no one raises their voice in my house no one lays their fleshy hands on me no one is cruel if they are fool enough to try then they die and what a death what a death to not be loved by me anymore”
― Akwaeke Emezi, Content Warning: Everything

“But here he is, walking her down the aisle, all in the name of tradition, all in the name of seeing men as who we want them to be and not as who they are.”
― Nicola Dinan, Disappoint Me