Coco Ginger Quotes & Sayings

You tear me down just to build me up again. All I can think is: you are a psycho-clown. — Coco J. Ginger

Make your choice and make it quick, either build a real heart, or get out of my way QUICK. — Coco J. Ginger

You own me, because you are me. — Coco J. Ginger

I know I've broken all the rules of all the games, that all the great players and best love calculators recommend that you play, if you want to make someone like you a lot. But that's okay, because I give up. I've got my coffee sitting in my San Francisco cup, I've got Kona island and a working beating heart that's not cold, hard, or numb - very workable and capable of loving, breaking, mending and repeating. So that's just what I'll do. Because I'm too tired. Too tired uping all nighting wasting my precious timing wishing it was your heart pumping, wanting me - like I used to want you. — Coco J. Ginger

I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately. — Coco J. Ginger

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine. — Coco J. Ginger

I won't let you have it. I won't give you this moment. I won't let you fill up this valuable organ ... I own it. I won't do it. I can't think, I won't think about it. — Coco J. Ginger

Peanut butter is my frenemy. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Rewriting the world one heart at a time. — Coco J. Ginger

She's hanging free, at liberty. — Coco J. Ginger

You cannot mistake this
You cannot reinvent this moment
You cannot call this love
It is so much more — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

I never want to arrive. I love the ride. — Coco J. Ginger

My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out of my chest and down into my gut. — Coco J. Ginger

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.
Now, I can't look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.
Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.
A name I won't throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.
And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form ... .. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart. — Coco J. Ginger

Just friends, over and over you said it again - -then you kissed me. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

... .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. — Coco J. Ginger

You are my counterfeit mystery. My artificial company. My forged reality. My imaginary friend I can't eradicate. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

You know, and I know, just how much we defy. — Coco J. Ginger

No one likes you tar-heart baby, no one likes un-fun-ness. — Coco J. Ginger

Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it. — Coco J. Ginger

If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don't want to be part of your reality. — Coco J. Ginger

All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly. — Coco J. Ginger

What is love, if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity? — Coco J. Ginger

He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

It's a finger snapping kind of day. — Coco J. Ginger

Writer? A complimentary term to conceal one's insanities. — Coco J. Ginger

Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

I'm mistaken ... .
for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking. — Coco J. Ginger

I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn. — Coco J. Ginger

I write with my spine, create through my heart and defiant mind. Happy or not happy, it's real, it's living like blood, pen and paper. Hearts that wake up racing, wanting. Trading fear in for the hurt, the hard, the challenge, the change, the pain, the stuff that makes you grow bigger, stronger, better. Granting you the crazy, the genius, the ability, the power to change the world. — Coco J. Ginger

I'll dream up a world where you never existed. A world you could never live in. I'll live there without you. — Coco J. Ginger

Some chase after their dream job, while others CREATE their dream job. — Coco J. Ginger

Tar-heart baby, let me be, let me shine bright, stop making fun of me. Stop bringing up my past un-funs. — Coco J. Ginger

Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us. — Coco J. Ginger

Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him. What a qerbackle, what an un-fun pickle to be in. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

He's just not that into you if he is a sociopath. — Coco J. Ginger

... so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me with each word you choose ... . of the millions of words in the English tongue you could have chosen ... you select the one's that break me down. — Coco J. Ginger

This is the power of my heart. This is what I call sihr halal. — Coco J. Ginger

He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart. — Coco J. Ginger

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? — Coco J. Ginger

You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest. — Coco J. Ginger

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Head high, heart in hell - — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Stop pretending. You wanted to be real right? This hurts, this is what it feels like, this is the growing up, the stoping pretending, the false past tap-dancing. This is the owning. This is the no-i-won't-be-performing, this is growing out of the glamour and back into the tattered shabby mis-constructed hearts shadow. This is me owning. This is me admitting. This is me realing-up, maning-up. growing up, wanting up. — Coco J. Ginger

She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

It's all mine, it's all sacred. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.
Words you can't have back, so they linger. — Coco J. Ginger

My boy of steel. My man of honor. My perfect friend. My timeless soldier. — Coco J. Ginger

Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain. — Coco J. Ginger

You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way. — Coco J. Ginger

Heart of a queen you'll see me burst at the seams. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. — Coco J. Ginger

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.
She's a player, a heartbreaker,
and now she breaks alone. — Coco J. Ginger

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 — Coco J. Ginger

I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine. — Coco J. Ginger

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 ... — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I'm a domestic GODDESS and beautiful. — Coco J. Ginger

Elegant writers depict intricacy with simplicity. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most. — Coco J. Ginger

He offered her power, money, status ...
a giant prison, all in exchange
for only ... her soul. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you. — Coco J. Ginger

I don't want to go viral, I want to set hearts on fire. — Coco J. Ginger

Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

I wear my heart on my blog. — Coco J. Ginger

And I don't even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting. — Coco J. Ginger

Color me....BRILLIANT. — Coco J. Ginger

You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe. But words to him no longer fit right in her her mouth.Words which belonged in his ownership were no longer hers to give. Silence was the only acceptable state her heart would grant. He would never know what he missed, because she refused to be heard in his presence. All the words he could have had, all the phrases he might have danced with. The smiles which would have been imprinted upon his heart, would never be. And his lips would never be able to reply to the words she could not say. — Coco J. Ginger

Fuck you perfectionism. Without you, I am brilliant. — Coco J. Ginger

The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
- the metronome to which he beat
[was she]. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

....hurts not just the heart, but every part. — Coco J. Ginger

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet. — Coco J. Ginger

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me. — Coco J. Ginger

Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly. — Coco J. Ginger

You're in my blood spreading through my heart - pumping me numb. — Coco J. Ginger

Building an empire ... one letter in front of the other. — Coco J. Ginger

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige. — Coco J. Ginger

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. — Coco J. Ginger

Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?
Did my silence create desire - make you feel things you could not discern?
Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?
Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?
Is my confidence disrupting the girl you LOVE to HATE the most? — Coco J. Ginger