A lie’s true power cannot be accurately measured by the number of people who believe its deception when it is told, it must be measured by the number of people who will go out after hearing it trying to convince others of its truth.
Because what’s lifeWithout happinessAnd where’s happinessWithout risk
Telling you how I know…what I know…it could make things worse than they already are…for all of us
In the end, Nora, there’s only time. All we have is time…and even if this wasn’t happening, we still don’t ever have much…no one does. We only have the moment we’re in. We have right now.
She looked at him like it physically hurt her not to speak, and yet she stayed silent.
The things this man does to me are beyond what I feel should be possible. Butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Damn him.
If misery were water, he thinks as he climbs into his car and turns the key, I could just drown or let it wash me away entirely.
This was too much for him to handle. It was like watching memories of his life play out from a different camera angle, sometimes with new scenes added. He was living DVD extras.
Wow. This place looks classy. The smell of fertilizer and rot is really in this season. Remind me, what are we doing here?” she asked looking at him with a coy smile. “Did we come for bait?
It must be horny douchebag day,” she mumbled under her breath as she slid the bag’s strap up on her shoulder.
Hey, Captain Neckbeard! Less talky-talky, more worky-worky!” Wednesday shouted rudely down at the man who had been changing the tire. She wasn’t planning on taking shit from a tow truck driving hick today or any other day.
Jehovah’s Witness? Don’t sweat it. I’m going to hell, already booked my ticket. Bright side? I’m pagan. Your hell is my heaven… if for no other reason than you won’t be there.
He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.
Pretending to care what men think is an art. It takes moments to learn, but lifetimes to master. I’d like to believe I’m an expert.
You have two choices, sweetheart. Answer my questions, or get a monster new facial piercing.
Standing in front of him I wipe his liquid from the corner of my mouth and stare deeply. I can see the panic in his eyes. I can smell his fear, deep, rich and growing, and for the first time tonight I’m actually aroused.
We can go somewhere more private if you’d like… Buck” I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.
Like all men who look this good, Frank has no interest in women.
See, I can talk to the pretty man like a real grown up if I try hard enough.