Heather Demetrios, Something Real Quotes

Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right.

This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.

He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.

You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.

The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons.