Tag: b/w

I don’t like to be forced to do things
I will feel better with you beside me
You wore too much eyeliner, but you were so pretty!
One of the good things about never going anywhere is that nothing ever happens
Nothing wrong in that, is there?
I’ve a good mind to have you bloody prosecuted. I could do you in court
Don’t be cross. Promise you won’t be cross?
I used to think that love would sort me out
Instead she pretends she is a child again and the world is black and white
I’m not used to being turned down. Not used to that at all
I wish I had a house that was all mine
The pleasure his presence in her life gives her has yet to wane
See the world. Change it.
He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall
She resembles one of those dolls that never blink
The prose can be brutally beautiful
Nothing has ever felt more preordained
But life will be books for you, from here on
Sorry, my bookie gave me great odds
Where had the shine gone when it disappeared off everything?
Why, the dark is built right in, isn’t it?
It seemed like it would be cheating to use words
It would have been fine to scream
You think you’re so pretty, don’t you?
Not everybody can be lucky like you
There had been some kind of infraction; she was certain of that
She stared at the open door for a while
Everything’s weird if you stare at it
I want you to have fun
This moment might never come again
Those are goats. Only goats bleat
I don’t really have better things to do
Since when did you take an interest in sports?
I had this dream which suggested that it was going to be the ending of the whole book
They stared at each other in silence for an eternity
Things did not move with great urgency
We don’t have any luck as far as love is concerned!
Good art is never explicit enough
How long life seemed when one thought of the past
O please take me with you! I can’t bear to be left again!
Wouldn’t you retire from the world if you could?
He praised everything except my physical beauty
It was a different reality
I see no undue cause for worry
It always makes me nervous when a woman intervenes
Gone fishing
Not that I know what I am supposed to feel
Are you okay?
I like to think of myself as droll but in an edgy sort of way
‘So,’ she says, ‘have you given any thought to my proposition?’