Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.
But that was two years ago. She wasn’t sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.
But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he’d come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.
Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.
Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.
My eyes burn with tears, and I’m so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I’m not and making mistakes that I didn’t have any fun making.
It’s odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there’s barely any separation between who we are and who they are.
A man who stands in front of a woman does nothing more that block her view. She needs a man standing next to her.
It’s odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there’s barley any separation between who we are and who they are.
You have to have something to love. Something to fight for to make living a goal instead of a job.
I call it the “Fuck up, own up, and get up” policy. Make a mistake, admit it, and move on. We all screw up, but a man solves his problems. He doesn’t make them worse.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
The question is, would you rather keep your secrets or keep her?
I have no life there if you’re not in it. You’re part of everything good I’ve ever done, Ryen. Please.
I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.
You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.”“God, you turn me on. You’re driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?
She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.
I’m going to hell. I’m pretty sure she’d going to drag me there herself.
I’m going to hell. I’m pretty sure she’s going to drag me there herself.
Gotta love a woman that can hand you your own ass.
It’s just you, Little Monster. Own it or it will own you.
The first thing that came to mind was an angel. Her hair flowing and shiny. Her legs dangling, long and smooth. She looked perfect where she was, like a painting.And then I remembered that Satan was also an angel.