I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.
(from Gone Girl; a ThatLitSite selection for horror reads this Halloween season.)
Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.
I want to fuck so damn much Rust… he is so fucking sexy, clever and sociopath… how he can be so fucking hot… aaaahhgdghshshshhsh
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow, nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into. And how many times have we had this conversation, detectives? Well, who knows? When you can’t remember your lives, you can’t change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You’re trapped by that nightmare you keep waking up into.