Devan Miller

“I regret the purchase and whoever I thought I was when I made it,”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And what is connection, really, if not shared judgment?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And yet I can't help myself. Because last time I broke, last time I cried and complained and made a fuss, I lost him. I will not let that happen again. So I shove my concerns down. And my disappointments. And my grievances. And everything that isn't my perky tits or my warm, wet vagina. Those are his. But everything else, everything that's unappealing to him, that's too needy and too emotional and too sensitive and too much, everything that might lead to another breakup, I keep to myself and I scream into a pillow later.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And the worst part is he does. He always comes back. That's why he said those softer words in the first place. To keep his options open. So that, when he gets especially lonely and horny one night, he has her, still hoping, still an option. Her, receiving him with open arms and a steaming vagina. Her, who he can come back to, cashing in on the empty promises of his softer words with a brief stint where he tries her on for size a couple last times just to confirm what he already knows-- that he's moved on and is ready to discard her.
But knowing better than to believe his words does nothing when you love the guy. If you love him, you just believe them. You believe him. You need to. You cling to his promises. You say stupid things. You say, "But I love you.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age