a collection of slightly heart-ache-inspired dialogue prompts by me. change pronouns/tenses/details as needed.
โ i've been thinking about you a lot. โ
โ i can't keep you off my mind. โ
โ why do you have to go? โ
โ you'd think we'd be better at saying 'goodbye'. โ
โ you shouldn't look at me like that. โ
โ i shouldn't think about you that way. โ
โ do you think we missed our chance? โ
โ have i been on your mind? โ
โ you are never far from my thoughts. โ
โ i can feel your heart beating faster. โ
โ i miss the way you smell. โ
โ i know i shouldn't, but i want to see you. โ
โ you make it easy for me to be myself. โ
โ it's always been you, i don't know why. โ
โ i've missed your voice. โ
โ it should have been me. โ
โ i wish i'd known all this before we ended up here. โ
โ i hope the way i feel doesn't make things harder between us. โ
โ i can't offer you the life you have with them, i know that. โ
โ do you wish it was me? โ
โ you are my person, i know that. i should have said it before. โ
โ you're the only one that makes me feel safe. โ
โ it's too late to say it, but i wanted to say it anyway.โ
dialogue prompts from how to be eaten: a novel by maria adelmann.
people know of you, but do they know you?
'absolute honesty' sounds like 'total crap', to me.
i do wonder what you've all heard about me.
i am just, in general, very hurt.
i know people don't like me.
whatever you heard, maybe it's not the whole story.
you can sell anything, if you know how to package it.
life shouldn't be lived behind a screen.
everything i have, i earned.
no pain without pleasure.
i should have known something was wrong.
what twenty-something hasn't fallen for some creepy asshole?
is originality the goal?
i wasn't special before this and i'm not special now.
i exist beyond your human concept of gender.
don't tell me that you liked me for my personality.
men don't have to pretend to be good.
when people recognize me, they cross the street.
the dead speak to you?
i don't have much room to call anyone else crazy.
nobody listens to what they don't want to hear.
do you really believe me? i don't blame you, if you don't.
i wouldn't waste a lot of time trying to figure out who believes you.
i was too tired to be afraid; or else, i was afraid all the time.
self-care is a neoliberal trap.
you need everything to be all fucked up.
i'm tired of treating you like shit.
i wouldn't even pay me to sleep with me.
a kid couldn't make up something like that.
you always need to be the most interesting person in the room.
thanks, mom, but i can take care of myself.
it's funny, how they can doubt you and blame you in the same breath.
you're always involved in some weirdo catastrophe.
it's easier to see the big picture when you're not involved.
it's easy to pretend you're too cool for something when you already have it.
one morning i tried to diy a sundial.
it's not so bad, kid. come out here and talk to me.
i wasn't actually trying to hurt you. i mean, physically.
if you lose your dignity while winning the game, have you really won?
i think martinis taste like pine trees.
it would've been good tv, but it was just real life.
i try not to waste too much time wanting things.
rich kids are 'inventive'. poor kids just lie.
there will always be a bunch of assholes who don't believe you.
not everything is a love story.
you have a lot of nightmares. what are they about?
where have you broken? where have you healed?
do you think you're capable of love?
i wanted to be me without the context.
my reputation has never been about me.
you look just like your picture.
what if, for some of us, moving on involves finding good in the bad?
talent doesn't mean as much as people pretend it does.
nothing's free and everything is sellable.
there are so many ways to be torn in half.
what would you do if you had money?