Keely

“Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it. Usually I am in transit, speeding in my Jeep until my lungs give out. Today, I'm driving ninety-five down 95. I weave in and out of traffic, sewing up a scar. People yell at me behind their closed windows. I give them the finger.

It would solve a thousand problems if I rolled the Jeep over an embankment. It's not like I haven't thought about it, you know. On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive--the sum of the parts equals more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

“We all make mistakes.
Mine was falling madly in love and forgetting to pack a parachute.”
― Michael Faudet, Bitter Sweet Love

“Confetti
green, how I want you green.
Green despite the red despite
the rest.”
― Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes