Love isn’t brains, it’s blood
But the memory of his lips on her skin would not fade. Even if she rubbed the spot. Even if she scratched at it.
Those simple words had sped her heart in a way she didn’t like at all.
—Samar Sen, “Love”
—“Tithe” - Holly Black
I hate the way your dogs don’t listen
I hate the way you let your child run around screaming and causing a ruckus.
I hate the hypocrisy.
I hate the gas prices.
I hate the way you lead me on.
I hate how I love you.
I hate when people stare at me.
I hate your grammar.
I hate these rednecks.
I hate camo.
I hate fines.
I hate when people post every fucking move they make on facebook.
I hate that I have to filter myself.
Who are you to judge me?
Why are you so immature?
Why won’t you listen?
I hate when you speak with your mouth full.
Why do you make such a mess when you eat?
How old are you?
Why are you so nosy?
…Guess that’s all for now.