Garrick was panting when he replied, “You’re not forcing me to do anything. I just want you to be sure. You can say stop at anytime.” His lips pulled wide. “You don’t need to make up a new pet.
No tragedies here, Roar. This world will make you a victim every chance it gets. Don’t let it.
Words streamed from my mouth, some familiar, some not.The last of the were, “I love you.”He rose up off me with a grin. “If I’d known it was that easy to get you to admit how you feel, I would have done this a long time ago.
He wore his hope like a winter coat, layered over the top of all of him.
She had hoped. And hope broke more hearts than any man ever could.
My mother had told me once when I was little and had a friendship fall apart that some relationships just end. Like a star, they burn bright and brilliant, and then nothing in particular goes wrong, they just reach their end.
Pain changes us. Mine made me want to be perfect, so that no one would ever want to leave me again.
Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled.She snapped the box closed.She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She didn’t faint.There might have been a little crying.But mostly… she danced.
She said she wanted my best line tomorrow after the show, and now I knew what it was going to be.
Each one you take is a commitment. If you break that commitment, the gods of alcohol will punish you with a hangover so bad you’ll think Satan himself took a dump on you. -Milo
If brains could have orgasms, I’m pretty sure this was what it would feel like.
Even the good things from our pasts still only belonged in the past
The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves–it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.
I will call bullshit on that so many times that the word bullshit will lose all meaning. -Milo
Because try as I might, perfect doesn’t guarantee me anything. I can’t control whether other people will want me or love me or even like me. I can only control how I feel about myself.
Everything in the world might be connected, but that doesn’t mean the way we feel about them has to be.
And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we’re this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull between us becomes.
I get what it’s like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don’t.
You’re not horrible, Kelsey. You are vibrant and beautiful, and you burn. Burn so vividly. Fires can damage, but they’re also beautiful and vital and they can purify and give the chance for a fresh start. You’re not horrible. Not at all.
Call it an issue. Call it baggage. But I really hated lies. They’re ugly things, festering like wounds, spreading like disease. They’re winner-less crimes that hurt everybody in the end.
I always thought I was an extrovert until I became a theatre major. Then I realised I just didn’t like silence.
Tell me I’m not crazy,” He said. I couldn’t do that. I was nowhere near sane enough at the moment to advise anyone else on rational behavior.
we should live like we smoke— inhale the present and exhale the past.
I’ll take my chances against your fickle heart if it means it’s mine.
But sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for until it’s already knocked you flat on your back.
It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.
Life was easier when you stopped caring, when you stopped expecting things to get better.
Her eyes were a bottomless ocean that I would give up air to explore.
Apparently having emotions equated to having a vagina.
What? Just because I can’t have you right now, doesn’t mean I’m okay with him having you.
In Texas, two things are cherished above all else- football and gossip.
Your pain made you strong. It made youpassionate and alive. It made us both who we are. -Cade
Shiiiit. Cade weighs a lot. Way more than I thought!” I moaned/sang.
How much of my fever-induced dream was real? I felt safe assuming that my time as a bee was fiction, as well as a few mythological animals that I swear I’d seen. Then I’d lived on the sun with aliens.