Quote by Misha Horne

“Call me a pussy if you want. Delusional, impractical, whatever. But, I know myself, and that shit’s called survival. The bad in me, it…

— Misha Horne

“If slapping and sparring with someone who was so damn good at pushing my buttons I wanted to choke them counted as romance, then…

— Misha Horne

“He was already everywhere. In my bed, in my sheets, sprawled on my couch— he was a ghost before he even left, a memory…

— Misha Horne

“On whose fucking authority had I become interested in spanking? I tried taking stock of my brain and my gut and my dick, but…

— Misha Horne

“I wanted to say something good, something better, something real. I wanted to say I know what it’s like to lose yourself. To feel…

— Misha Horne

“I hadn’t been anywhere like this since high school, since Brett’s house. It had been gross with excess, but this place was fucking hideous.…

— Misha Horne

“My wires weren’t just crossed, they were tangled up like a box of Christmas lights, all knots and broken glass, blinking and shorting out…

— Misha Horne

“I jammed it down in my gut alongside all the other guilt I was already packing, put on my rock star face, and pretended…

— Misha Horne

“I pushed myself up off the floor, grabbing the boxes and dishes and cups, trying to make myself look busy instead of terrified.”

— Misha Horne

“I can sense it on you right now, you know. Paycheck to paycheck, that’s a disease, and you have it. You’re literally worthless. And…

— Misha Horne

“I gave my reflection another onceover, pretending I wasn’t gauging hotness levels because that did not fucking matter. Still, I ran my hand through…

— Misha Horne

“Every sound that came out of my mouth was so embarrassing I wanted to punch it.”

— Misha Horne