The Fine Art of Truth or Dare

The Fine Art of Truth or Dare by Melissa Jensen
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"Pleasures are fears, conquered."

"You don’t forget the mean stuff, even when the mean stuff ends."

"Dangerous. Absolutely. But as far as bravery and joy went, it was pretty amazing."

"We keep the walls between us as we go (Robert Frost, mending walls)"

"I'll take dead over dumb."

" 'Is everything about the money?' 'I rather think so. And passion, occasionally.' "

"We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand."

"Ah, darling ella, the artists muse is Ego. Nothing more."

"Love is one of the two things worth dying for. i have yet to decide on the second."

"Who he fears to suffer, he already suffers what he fears."

"Sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow, no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on your sleeve, it just ain't gonna happen."

"Tomorrow comes, tomorrow brings. tomorrow brings love, in the shape of things."

and the mind blowing opening line of the novel

"Truth: People who rely on the first sight are lazy or deluded."

what else can i say.. it was amazing! i sighed a lot while reading this. and of course i sighed when it ended too.


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Parallel Paths

I had written this a few months back but i forgot to post it...

"We started out the same spot, same way, same direction. We had some great destinations in our mind. We trudged along, we flew, we ran. we didn’t realize when the paths became two from one. But that was nothing right? We were still on parallel paths, we could see each other and wave and all.What went wrong? you ended up in a different world and me, my path led me to wilderness where every path is lost. at instances when i worked my way out to a straight road, our ways did cross… you were having completely different experiences. and i was hopping on from one kind of emptiness to another….."

So from now on..

..

sometimes i wish i didn''t exist

why and how it happens that even after having a normal day with friends and family one can feel so desolate, empty and hollow as fuck when ones goes to bed at night and a string of sleepless nightmares begins?

everything, everything that was supposed to be kept at bay, resurfaces back breaking all guards and shields, every bitch ass bad memory, every fucking insecurity, every motherfucker who did you wrong.... why should it swim inside the head making you feel so helpless and weak when all you want is blissful sleep and look back on life as a blessing?

WHY