Coco J. Ginger Quotes
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To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all.
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He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart.
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I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the common man’s inability to grasp this. The act of being scorned? I saw it as a victory, my irreverent boast against this world which could never fully quench me.
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Our stations in life, our difference of cultures, the pain-laid men who raised us—forbid us to be us. They have brainwashed us. We feel we should believe the polarity between us.
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He's just not that into you if he is a sociopath.
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Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.
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I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can’t stop eating it.
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Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
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Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue. Words you can’t have back, so they linger.
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If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.
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You'll never like me, but you'll always love me.
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You’ll lie again, you’ll do it again. Friends, not friends, friends, not friends, I’m on your dime, I’m on your time, and I don’t exist where there is a YOU.
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You're too big for another heart beat, unable to sync with my capricious heart beating.
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Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.
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....hurts not just the heart, but every part.
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Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly.
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I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it.
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I wear my heart on my blog.
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What is love, if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?
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I near felt bad he choose to be so evil. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.
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Writer? A complimentary term to conceal one’s insanities.
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You own me, because you are me.
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Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…” Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition – less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.
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I’m mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.