Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
Fear gripped her like hands around the neck, the way it could only happen in an unfamiliar room in the pitch black of night.
"The less random stuff you hear about, the more room in your ears for music, that's what I always say" -Paisley
You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.
The night of my accident, when I opened my eyes and you were there? Seeing you again, Rebecca...It was like someone let the air back into the room.
Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate.
Evil people can still keep promises. Many have done just that, girl, though they are usually not promises you ‘rational’ people wish them to keep.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.
You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.
Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.
What’s next? The size of my cock?” “Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.
It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.
The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality.
When you understand who you are by knowing what God created you to do, you have no room for becoming jealous over what someone else is doing.
You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.
You consider me for a moment, perhaps balancing the weight of your fear against the loneliness you will later feel in your room if you do not speak now
No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room. Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!
I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.
In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.
I don’t have to extend my hand to greet you. A wink can reach across the room. And a wink in a telescope can stretch across the universe.
