315 Quotes by Melissa Broder

Another place wants me dead

Don't you seeAngels have tried to help meAnd I smiled for themFeeling genuinely good and kindThen after a while I got tiredOf being on good behaviorThey never asked for perfectionBut I felt I needed to performAnd the smile stayed no matter what I did

Even when dying improperlyI left everyone I knew in the other room

What happens to the space that two people occupied together? How can it just disappear? Why can’t it just become something else?

Men could smell an opening and they could smell a closing.

I think it’s time for you to drop back into my life, ruin it, then disappear again: a love story. The.

I wanted to build a fire with our shadow selves and burn there or be erased by the narcotic of limerence when I turned your face into a fire: a love story.

This was what I needed – multiple men at all times. Then I wouldn’t need any of them. Put me naked in a clamshell. Let them all fawn around me.

I fear others will discover that I am not only imperfect; I’m not even okay. I fear that I truly am not okay. But most people who meet me never know that I am struggling. On the outside I am smiling. I am juggling all the balls of okayness: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, existential. Underneath, I am suffocating.