Top 100 Coco J. Ginger Quotes
#1. She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again ... but he will always leave her empty
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#2. [Happily broken] arms unlocked. Eyes wide open.
Eager. Torn apart. Heart explosive.
Fingers composing [Happily broken].
Come in, come in. I am ready. I am open.
Happy to be open [Happily broken].
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#3. Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it's own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.
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#4. Just friends? Alright friend we won't kiss goodnight, and I won't hold you tight and wish that you were mine just for one night. I will separate my dreams from my eyes, separate my heart from my spine, keep clean the lines between my hands and your innards.
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#7. Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.
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#8. He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife.
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#9. She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.
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#10. Make your choice and make it quick, either build a real heart, or get out of my way QUICK.
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#11. Finally I see that it's never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along
when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game ...
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#12. I'm ready, I'm bursting with color
I'm highlighed in the best this world has to offer -
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#13. My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out of my chest and down into my gut.
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#14. The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,
I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.
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#15. Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.
I'm the winner in this game,
unable to stoop to your level of shame.
Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.
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#16. What had I done? Where was my fun? I wanted play, I wanted sun, he was the opposite - I called him Zum because he's an un-fun, the sort of mean-fun bully on the playground-fun. Mean Mr. Zum.
This was madness, this was badness this was sadness this was too much un-fun-ness.
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#17. ... ..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.
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#19. This is the power of my heart. This is what I call sihr halal.
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#21. He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart.
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#22. You'll lie again, you'll do it again. Friends, not friends, friends, not friends, I'm on your dime, I'm on your time, and I don't exist where there is a YOU.
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#23. When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.
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#25. I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.
I'm cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.
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#26. You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?
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#27. He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.
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#28. He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.
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#29. I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the common man's inability to grasp this. The act of being scorned? I saw it as a victory, my irreverent boast against this world which could never fully quench me.
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#30. I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.
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#31. Fuck you perfectionism. Without you, I am brilliant.
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#32. You're in my blood spreading through my heart - pumping me numb.
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#33. I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can't stop eating it.
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#34. Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.
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#36. When you miss someone ... it's weird ... your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart ... it's not steady ... my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold ... like you ... your soul.
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#38. When it's just you, just me, no one around to tell us how we should be - I know we could have made it. I know we could have fought it. I know we could have conquered.
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#39. Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.
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#40. It is in this darkness that I have found all light - somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.
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#42. Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it.
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#43. I hope you stand there for me, even though I won't be listening, I hope you speak like I am hearing, that's the man you are to me, that's the only man I want to keep here inside of me. That's the man you can be, and that's the man I will take with me.
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#44. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I'm a domestic GODDESS and beautiful.
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#45. I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.
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#46. I'm mistaken ... .
for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.
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#47. Heart of a queen you'll see me burst at the seams.
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#48. You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest.
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#49. ...but fame didn't suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.
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#51. Building an empire ... one letter in front of the other.
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#52. But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.
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#54. If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.
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#55. ... .watch me rise like smoke from fire.
Watch me fly above your hate.
Watch me dance upon your meanness
like a ballerina with posture; grace.
Watch me laugh over your hatred;
watch me soar above your sea of grief.
And know that I am out there somewhere ...
C R U S H I N G.
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#56. The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
- the metronome to which he beat
[was she].
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#57. You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest.
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#59. All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly.
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#60. I want to read, write, and nothing else. I do not want to get married, I do not want to go to church, I do not want to file taxes; I do not want to eat. But Grandma disagrees, and Grandma always wins.
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#61. You tear me down just to build me up again. All I can think is: you are a psycho-clown.
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#62. She had missed him so long now, that the feeling had become a part of her. As each day passed, the missing distanced itself from her heart. One day she woke, and realized the missing was there but the pain was gone. Missing without pain is tolerable. Pain linked to heartache is intolerable.
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#63. I want to learn your trickery and feel what it's like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don't want to.
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#64. If you were green tea, I'd be your tea cup. If you were dark chocolate, I'd be the paper that wraps you up. If you were a train, I'd be your tracks
If you were a brain, I'd be the heart attached.
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#65. I can't talk to you anymore.
I can't talk to you
with words
with thoughts
with silence.
I can't talk to you anymore
(she won't talk to you anymore).
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#66. She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A battle she never felt worth fighting.
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#67. Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most.
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#68. Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.
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#72. And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I'd like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the progressive beating of my heart.
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#73. Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly.
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#74. Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
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#75. You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.
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#76. Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.
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#77. There's nothing worse than writing. There's nothing better than writing. It's like the man you hate to love, love to hate and never really come to terms with any of the feelings.
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#78. If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don't want to be part of your reality.
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#79. I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.
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#80. Our tongues can't compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven.
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#81. My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.
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#82. He's an indulgent sort of man ... ...
With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.
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#83. No one likes you tar-heart baby, no one likes un-fun-ness.
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#84. He offered her power, money, status ...
a giant prison, all in exchange
for only ... her soul.
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#85. Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me.
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#87. I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.
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#89. Tar-heart baby, let me be, let me shine bright, stop making fun of me. Stop bringing up my past un-funs.
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#91. I know you didn't feel them, and when you spoke them they stung you. I know because I know you. I forgive because my heart has not the room to deface you.
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#92. Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.
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#93. You are my counterfeit mystery. My artificial company. My forged reality. My imaginary friend I can't eradicate.
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#94. What I knew, adored, and fell for was a fantasy. He did not exist in human terms.
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#95. I near felt bad he choose to be so evil. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen ... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.
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#96. I'll dream up a world where you never existed. A world you could never live in. I'll live there without you.
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#97. I don't want to go viral, I want to set hearts on fire.
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#98. We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love ... embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world.
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#99. Writer? A complimentary term to conceal one's insanities.
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#100. Men always complained I had a lot of boyfriends. I never agreed, or disagreed. I was too busy kissing to care. I disapproved of jealous complainers and had not an opinion on their opinion of me.
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