Punk 57 Quotes

We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

Alone, Empty, Fraud, Shame, Fear, Close your eyes.There is nothing to see out here.

It gets better, you are important, and you can't be replaced. Hang on. You'll fing youre tribe.

You kissed my hair while sticking me in the heart. But your house will break before I fall apart. -Punk

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

You loved me. We were besties. I lend you my eye shadow. But someday all you'll be is someone I used to know. - Punk

You don’t have to be afraid or embarrassed. No one does you better than you. You can’t be replaced. Not everyone will see that, but only you need to.” He

Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.” “I

We were perfect for each other. Until we met

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

Speak your mind, and you give others permission to do the same.

We're all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.

No kid wants to be different. They want to belong, they desire the approval of others, and they, most often, aren’t yet mentally strong enough to be able to stand alone. As we get older, though, most of us develop that capability. We learn that nothing feels better than truly loving yourself, even if it means those around you do not. We joyously find that we just don’t give a damn anymore. And

just remember: it gets better, you are important, and you can’t be replaced. Hang on. You’ll find your tribe.   Penelope

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.” “God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

You want to be loved without risking consequence, so you reach out to get the attention you need while enjoying the luxury of taking no responsibility for those words.” I

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

Anything to not need you, Anything to not fall for you, Anything to look at a girl who’s not you, But baby, there’s nothing but you.

Spread on your bravery, line the eyes and the lips,” I say under my breath as I write on the paper, “glue up the cracks and paint over the rips.” I

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

Tell me I’m crazy for thinking you’re holding back from me as much as I’m hiding you.

Reap, reap, reap, you don’t even know, all you did suffer is what you did sow.

It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don't want you there. To feel like you're at a party you weren't invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren't there, messing up their view? Are they just wishing you'd get the hint already and leave? I feel like that a lot. I know it's pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you'll say it's better to stand in a crowd and be wrong, but... I still feel that need all the time. Do you ever feel it? I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn't have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there's no one else to play with? I guess not. Narcissists don't have insecurities, right? Must be nice.

Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there’s no reward, we’re still so scared to chance it? I’m

The world isn’t always what’s right in front of you, you know? It’s below, it’s above, it’s out there somewhere. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. Sometimes we just need to change our perspective. And when I look down at everything, I remember that there’s more out there than just what’s going on in my house—the bullshit with my dad, school, my future. I look at all those full houses, and I remember, I’m just one of many. It’s not to say we’re not special or important, but it’s comforting, I guess. You don’t feel so alone.

I didn’t mean to lie, but I meant every kiss.

Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.

Those letters are everything. They’re her and me, kids just trying to figure themselves out and going through our growing pains. They’re where I first started to fall for her and need her. They’re my fucking songs and a part of me.

I miss you every day, I write. You’re my favorite place.

Did you know that your open thighs are directly responsible for my renewable energy source?

Seven years, and this is how you want to meet, Angel?

When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with?

Eventually we all have to weigh what we want more: wanting back what we had or wanting what could be. To stay or to risk everything to move forward.

I learned a long time ago that you don’t need to reveal everything inside of you to the people around you. They like to judge, and I’m happier when they don’t. Some things stay hidden.

I’ve wanted everything in my life to change for so long, and when it’s finally about to, my urge to escape slows down. I think that’s why people stay unhappy for so long, you know? Miserable or not, it’s easier to stick with what’s familiar. Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there’s no reward, we’re still so scared to chance it?

We were kids once, and we liked ourselves. We were happy. How did that change?

You’re not alone. It gets better. You are important, and you can’t be replaced. Hang on.

And no matter how tough he acts, the stress of whatever situation he’s in is in there somewhere. Buried deep or right underneath the surface.

I see you, like pictures in a frame, But I can’t touch, and I can’t be the same.

FYI, your mom wouldn’t date your dad if she could make that choice again. -Punk

Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me. Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.

He hurt me, and I hurt him, but shit happens and love doesn’t change. He makes me happier, he makes me stronger, and he knows everything and still wants me. If he can say the same, then this is it. The real thing.

It’s only eight o’clock in the morning, and I think I’ve already had enough boys for one day.

And I know right then and there I want to be the only girl he ever looks at like that.

Anything goes when everyone knows Where do you hide when their highs are your lows? So much, so hard, so long, so tired, Let them eat until you’re ground into nothing. Don’t you worry your glossy little lips. What they savor ‘ventually loses it’s flavor. I wanna lick, while you still taste like you. Bookmark it, says the cheerleader I promise we’ll come back to this spot. I have shit to do first. You won’t wait a lot. I can’t make her stay, and I can’t watch her go. I’ll keep her hellfire heart, And bookmark it ‘fore it goes cold. Fifty-seven times I didn’t call Fifty-seven letters I didn’t send, Fifty-seven stitches to breathe again, and then I fucking pretend. Fifty-seven days to not need you Fifty-seven times to give up on you Fifty-seven steps away from you, Fifty-seven nights of nothing but you.

Don’t you get it yet? You don’t have to be afraid or embarrassed. No one does you better than you. You can’t be replaced. Not everyone will see that, but only you need to.

I fell in love with your words. Unfortunately you were a good liar.

but all those strong feelings and hot whispers fade when you get what you want, doesn’t it?

Miserable or not, it’s easier to stick with what’s familiar. Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there’s no reward, we’re still so scared to chance it?

We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.” I

Nothing, nothing, nothing. I might lie a lot, but at least I say something

Don’t change, Ryen wrote in a letter once. There’s no one like you, and i can’t love you if you stop being you. I guess I shouldn’t say that, but I’m a little drunk right now-just came back from a party when I saw your letter-but what the hell? I don’t care. You knew I love you, right? You’re my best friend. So don’t ever change. This is a big ass world, and when we leave our small towns, we’re going to find our tribe. If we don’t stay true to ourselves, how will they recognize us? (Both of us, because you know we’re on the same tribe, right?) And even if it’s just the two of us, it will be the best.

We're all ugly, Ryen. the only difference is, some hide it and some wear it

You don’t want to be alone in high school, and if you have friends—good ones or not—you have a little power. High school is like prison in that way. You can’t make it on your own.

We were perfect for each other. Until we met.

I was just planning on lying down next to her, savoring the feel of her for a little while.

You belong to me more than you ever did to them.

A picture is worth a thousand words, But my thousand words slice deeper. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, Fuck that. I’ve become a hide and seeker. Treat others how you want to be treated, But what if tonight I want to be burned? You told us it’s better to be safe than sorry, And little sister listened, but I was the one who learned. Reap, reap, reap, you don’t even know, All you did suffer is what you did sow! Necessitate, medicate, eradicate, resuscitate. Swallow your Pearls, but for me it was too late. Do better, be more, too many, too much, I’m about to fucking choke, I can’t force it down. So string up the little Wisdoms and wrap them ‘round my neck, I’ll strangle myself with your Pearls of Wisdom and die a wreck.

Someone else already has my heart, and Masen Laurent isn’t him. He’ll never be Misha.

What the fuck?! “What the hell are you doing?” I shout. Masen, the new guy, sits in my desk chair, leaning back with his hands locked behind his head.

If someone doesn’t want us, we need to stop wanting them.

Cualquier cosa para no necesitarte, Cualquier cosa para no enamorarme de ti, Cualquier cosa para mirar a una chica que no seas tú, Pero cariño, no hay nadie más que tú.

You left bruises all over my tits this morning,” I tell him, “and if you’re not nice, I won’t let you kiss them better later.

I leave a note on the back of the receipt. You’ll look better in blue. (And no, I didn’t steal it.)

No one does me better than me

Anything goes when everyone knows Where do you hide when their highs are your lows? So much, so hard, so long, so tired, Let them eat until you’re ground into nothing. Don’t you worry your glossy little lips, What they savor ‘ventually loses its flavor. I wanna lick, while you still taste like you.

Lust greater than I’ve ever known, because when we’re like this, it’s the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it’s a need that’s in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.

I didn't mean to lie, but I meant every kiss

We romance readers can be very hard on our heroines.

Where do you hide when their highs are your lows?

She’s my muse,

No one does you better than you. You can't be replaced. Not everyone will see that, but only you need to.

She gets off my dick when I tell her to get off,” he tells the principal.

No one does you better than you. You can’t be replaced. Not everyone will see that, but only you need to.

Hang on. You’ll find your tribe.

They’ll never matter to us, Ryen. No one knows how this feels.

Why do I care so much what the other girls think? Why do I want to be friends with them? I try to be nice, but it’s never good enough. But they’re mean and everyone loves them. Why is that?

Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there’s no reward, we’re still so scared to chance it?

No one does me better than me. I close my eyes again, hearing what he’s saying. I changed, because I didn’t think what I brought to the table was worthy enough. I let them make me believe that, but who made them authorities? I may no longer be adored, but I might not be so miserable, either. And I may eat alone, but that’s not such terrible company, is it?

It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don’t want you there. To feel like you’re at a party you weren’t invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares.

Get off his lap,” Principal Burrowes orders me. “Now.” I put my hands on Masen’s shoulders, moving to get up, but he grips my hips again, keeping me down. “She gets off my dick when I tell her to get off,” he tells the principal.

The world isn’t always what’s right in front of you, you know? It’s below, it’s above, it’s out there somewhere. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. Sometimes we just need to change our perspective.

do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with?

deny it. I know you don’t have to sit there with your sister, man.

Man, our fifth-grade teachers would be proud.

Whoever he is, he was just here. We need to go. Now.

Blue paint.

Masen is Misha.

A band with their drums and guitars, and… Masen?

I don’t think she’s sick, but she looks pale and tired.

We romance readers can be very hard on our heroines. We often see ourselves in those roles and compare their decisions to the decisions we would’ve made instead. We tend to judge them more harshly than we do the heroes, because we hold them to the same expectation we hold ourselves

I hold up my hands, posing and teasing, “So do I look cute?” He steps in and walks up to me, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “That’s not the word I would use,” he whispers. “You both look great,” my mom chimes in. “You don’t match,” my sister retorts, and I look up to see her entering the foyer. She’s dressed in her skimpy sleep shorts, probably for Misha’s benefit, and I fantasize about putting vinegar in her mouthwash. Match? Like his tie and my dress? But Misha looks at her and places his hand on his heart, feigning sincerity. “We match in here.” I snort, breaking into quiet laughter. My sister rolls her eyes, and my mom shakes her head, smiling. “Alright, let’s go,” I say.

Her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes are steady on me. She doesn’t look drunk. Why did I let Trey bait me like that? Ryen wouldn’t do something as reckless as get wasted and follow someone upstairs. I was just looking for a reason to hit him. And then I look at the guy standing behind her and notice that it’s Ten. It takes a moment, but I finally make the connection. Blond hair, blue shirt… He’s the guy from the video. Dammit. So I charged over here to beat up a guy who’s probably more attracted to me than Ryen. Great.

The wax starts to melt, and I hold it over the envelope, letting it drip. After I blow out the flame, I pick up the stamp and press it into the wax, sealing the letter and finding the fancy, black skull of the imprint staring back at me. A gift from Misha. He got tired of me using the one I got when I was eleven with a Harry Potter Gryffindor seal on it. His sister, Annie, kept making fun of him, screaming that his Hogwarts letter had arrived. So he sent me a more “manly” seal, telling me to use that or nothing at all. I’d laughed. 

So I had this date last night,” Dane goes on, ignoring my order. “Do you remember that girl from Sigma Kappa Whatever? She was at the gig last night, and everything was going great, both of us eye-fucking for like four frickin’ hours…” He pauses and turns to me, his voice turning urgent. “She takes me home, dude, and I’m sitting in the living room while she’s in the bathroom, and I’m so ready, because she’s so hot, right? And who walks in?” “Dane.” I close my eyes, willing him to shut the fuck up. “Her mom, dude!” he bursts out. “Her mom in her light pink nightie with legs for days. And let me tell you, man…Stacy’s mom has got it going on?” I can’t help myself. I break out in a laugh at the song reference and pinch the bridge of my nose, tired but a fraction more relaxed, even if I’d never admit it to him. Such an idiot.

But I guess my absolute favorite place, other than you, of course, is my house. I know, I know. My dad is there, so why would I want to be? But actually… After my dad and sister have gone to sleep at night, when everything is dark, I crawl out my window and up to the roof. There’s a little hidden valley between the ridges where I sit back against the chimney, sometimes for hours, dicking around on my phone, taking in the view, or sometimes I write you. I love it up there. I can see the tops of the trees, blowing in the night wind, the glow of the street lamps and stars, the sound of leaves rustling… I guess it makes me feel like anything is possible. The world isn’t always what’s right in front of you, you know? It’s below, it’s above, it’s out there somewhere. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. Sometimes we just need to change our perspective. And when I look down at everything, I remember that there’s more out there than just what’s going on in my house—the bullshit with my dad, school, my future. I look at all those full houses, and I remember, I’m just one of many. It’s not to say we’re not special or important, but it’s comforting, I guess. You don’t feel so alone.