My skin is like a map, where my heart has been. And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing. So I lay down my guard, drop my defenses, down by my clothes. I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow.

Ellos sabían que el pasado era imborrable, lo vivido había dejado marca, y que habían sufrido mucho por esa historia que ya había sido concluída tiempo atrás. Cada vez que se veían, era jugar a quién era el que mejor podía ignorar al otro.

Carter Webb: What is it?

Phyllis: It's possible, I think maybe, my toilet might be clogged up

Carter Webb: Maybe? What's the variable?

Phyllis: Water is running over the top. The carpet is all wet!

Carter Webb: Well I'll take a look, first I just gotta stop off at my room and kill myself!

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Cruel intentions ♥

Sebastian: We've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time but this... I mean, we're destroying an innocent girl. You do realize that?

Sebastian: You could be a model. It's too bad you're not sexy.


Kathryn: Fuck her yet?
Sebastian: Working on it.
Kathryn: Loser.
Sebastian: Blow me.
Kathryn: Call me later?

Sebastian: You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So I guess we're just f*ucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.

Dear Annette, I don't know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I've caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others' misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth than please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I'm a wreck without you.

Sebastian: I read your manifesto.
Annette: You did?
Sebastian: Yes. I must say, I found it rather... appalling.
Annette: That's a first. Most people praise me for it.
Sebastian: Most people are sheep. Who are you to criticize something you've never experienced?
Annette: I wasn't criticizing. I just think people shouldn't experience the act of love until they are in love and I just don't think people our age are mature enough to experience those kinds of emotions.
Sebastian: Are you a lesbian?
Annette: No...
Sebastian: I didn't mean to offend you. I just picked up on a little bit of that lesbian vibe.



For way too far, the most awesome movie EVER. Amen.

22 ways to make a girl smile ♥

1 . Tell her she is beautiful or gorgeous(not fine, or sexy)

2 . Hold her hand at any moment... Even if its just for a second.

3 . Kiss her on the forehead/neck.

4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to.

5 . When she is upset, hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.

6 . Recognize the small things... They usually mean the most.

7 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.

8 . Write her notes (she loves them).

9 . Introduce her to family and friends... As your girlfriend.

10 . Play with her hair.

11 . Pick her up, tickle her, and play-wrestle with her.

12 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.

13 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, or just tell her jokes.

14 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.

15 . If she's mad at you, kiss her.

16 . Give her piggyback rides.

17 . Bring her flowers.

18 . Treat her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.

19 . Look her in the eyes and smile.

20 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.

21 . Kiss her in the rain.

22 . If you're in love with her... Just tell her.

Suicide

SHE HAS KNOWN SUCH A GREAT PAIN; HAUNTED DREAMS AS A CHILD, THE NEAR-CONSTANT PRESENCE OF EVIL EVER SINCE. SHE HAS FELT THE TOUCH OF AWFUL NAKED MEN BATTLED DEPRESSION AND ADDICTION, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. HER ARMS REMEMBER RAZOR BLADES, FIFTY SCARS THET SPEAKS OF SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS. SIX HOURS LATER YOU MEET HER, SHE IS FEELING TRAPPED, TWO GROUPS OF ''FRIENDS'' OFFERING HER OPPOSITE IDEAS. EVERYONE IS ASLEEP. THE SUN IS RISING. SHE DRINKS LONG FROM A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, TAKES A RAZOR BLADE FROM THE TABLE AND LOCKES HER SELF IN THE BATHROOM. SHE CUTS HERSELF, USING THE BLADE TO WRITE ''FUCK UP'' LARGE ACROSS HER LEFT FOREARM.