Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I’m using my hand But I’m thinking of you. – Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I’m using my hand to write this note…get your mind out of the gutter.
A picture is just a picture, but add music and there’s emotion. There’s a story.
Do you ever wish, Alexis, that your heart was just that little bit smaller, so that you didn’t have to care quite so much?
So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors.
The unknown is sexier that the revealed. All magic tricks are a disappointment once you learn how they’re done.
The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her.
I’d practically groped her under the guise of helping her get out a stain, but still, she looked like she found me about as appealing as second-hand underpants.
What was it about my obsession with romance that always made me feel embarrassed? Like it was a silly, girlish thing to obsess about. In reality, it was what we all wanted, right?
He’s sitting casually at my kitchen table peeling the skin off an applewith a pocket knife, a red apple that he has quite obviously appropriated from my fruit bowl, might I add.
You know,” he says, voice still low.“I have had nothing but trouble since you walked into my life.” “I’d walk straight back out of it if only you’d let me.
Sometimes you can be so deeply wrapped up in a person that the only way to deal with it is to use cruelty to push them away.