I want a cactus in a cute little pot and I’ll name it after you because you’re a fucking prick.
I need to be loved completely and gently and with compassion and kindness. And I want to dance in the light of the refrigerator on hard wood floors with someone who thinks I am cute even when I’m asleep or just woke up. And I need a coffee-maker and someone who wants to show me that I’m worth more than harsh words and a broken heart.
Joyce Carol Oates