Quotes About Vulnerability

I look hot and, most of all, skinny. I love the day after throwing up. I felt like a feather.

There are many ways to get to know someone, and my favorite is seeing them naked in Happy Baby pose. I also feel it is important to have sex soon after meeting someone in order to find out if you have sexual chemistry together. Otherwise, you could wait two to three months after you start dating someone only to discover that your new boyfriend is bad in bed, or even worse, is into anal beads and duct tape.

I can't, I said. I threw my back out masturbating.

Vulnerability in my mind was akin to carbohydrates: I wasn't willing to go there unless it was alcohol-induced.

alopecia on her ass

Being in jail was similar to being in a hospital bed: You're fine until you see or speak to someone from your family, and then you completely lose your shit.

extricating herself from tricky situations unscathed. She'd never met a lock she couldn't pick or a tight spot she couldn't wiggle out of. Be that actual or verbal. But she'd hit her first wall. And it scared the bejesus out of her how helpless she was right now.

Love? I need a lot of love. Of course you do. Everyone does. It's funny that we never say it. It's OK to scream, 'I'm starving' in public if you are hungry; it's OK to make a fuss and say, 'I'm so sleepy', if you are tired; but somehow we cannot say, 'I need some more love.' Why can't we say it? It's just as basic a need.

In relationship there are always two types of person: one weaker and the other stronger one. It's never easier to live being as weaker one!

To show affection was a sign of weakness; the only thing worth demonstrating was strength.

most of us learn to trust, not because we're noble, brave, or godly, and certainly not because we have it together, but when we don't have any other choice.

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

1)BEING A POET is like opening a car door & exposing yourself. (2)BEING A GOOD POET is like opening the door & exposing the passenger as well.

NOTE TO A WOULD-BE LOVER So, You think you got me, huh? Well, You ain't got me. You only got my underpants And they go back on Just as easy as they came off.

The quickest, easiest way to produce something beautiful and lasting is to risk making something horribly crappy.

She contemplated a mystery: How is it I am humiliated when I am alone? Does not humiliation demand an audience?

The problem with always having to be right is that sometimes you're not. And so, if you're like me, those times when you're not, you try and save face—especially after you've seriously fucked up. You make one bad decision and then another, trying to fix that very first fuck-up.

I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.

She knew that most men desired her because she was attractive and she was smart, but also because she was a drunk and she was easy. This one? She hoped for his sake he wasn't as different as he seemed, because she always disappointed those men quickly or broke their hearts over time.

You know the type—will give herself to the first nobleman in a uniform who comes calling with a couple of eggs and a piece of rat meat." "You're selling yourself short." "I've just sold myself for rat meat," she said, and she turned from him and lit the stove.

She knew the truth of men and women and booze: it rarely ended well for either gender, but it was the women who wound up raped.

sword of Damocles

She was a woman and she had spent enough time alone on subway platforms or streets late at night to know something was wrong.

It's girls whose ages are from 13 to 22 who are going astray, even as young as 9 years; deceived, betrayed, led away by the promise of making a fortune selling themselves.