Quotes about twisted

Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I'm neither I am instead a Romantic.

Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

The more fucked up you are, the more I like you. As long as you've managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won't matter how twisted you are. I will love you more for it.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

It's just one more thing she hadn't considered, and as the idea of it settles over her, she realizes again how entwined their lives are. They're like two trees whose branches have grown together. Even if you pull them out by the trunks, they're still going to be twisted and tangled and nearly impossible to separate at the roots.

It's sick and twisted and violent. Other than that it is totally G rated.

When he smoked marijuana he tended to masterbate a great deal.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..

As humans, reality for us is largely based on other people's perceptions. If there's 20 bodies in your crawl space but you haven't been caught yet, you tell yourself you're still a birthday clown, and that's how you keep doing it.

No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together

love is a drop of bloodin apool of tears

I think to myself: I don't want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage

She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.

The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it.

He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.

A smart woman would have walked away then. She would have lit a match and set fire to the entire clusterfuck that was this situation. But I was never a smart woman, and if you didn’t believe me, all you had to do was ask my mother.

This was worse than a coke binge. Worse than black tar or the thrill of E. This was the devil himself snaking his way inside of my heart and bending me to his will. This was addiction, quickly morphing into obsession. And somewhere in the clouded fog that was my brain, I knew this was a game I was going to lose.

Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

My imagination is a twisted place.

Sometimes God writes straightforward in twisted lines.

…and available man candy. But at least there would be mud, and maybe cows.” p12

'If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it once. I'm saving it for the right moment.'

The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.

It's not dystopia to think history will repeat itself.

The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.

I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.

Just a single cord is enough to be tangled

I feel like I've always had a sordid sense of humor, and it's only gotten more twisted as I've gotten older.

You're lucky I'm drawn to things that are sick and weird. Makes it so I can actually still like you.

But if there was a protocol for how to say goodbye to your newly ex-boyfriend's brother, right after you kissed him and probably sent your ex into the arms of his willing ex-girlfriend, I didn't know what it was.

Glory is reserved for the twisted minds.

Ego and pride is a two headed twist.