It looks like Vegas threw up on a flock of vultures.
Holy flippindip! It’s colder than a frog’s ass in January!
I leaned over to whisper in Brock’s ear. “I just want you to know I’m a big fan, even though you’re kind of a prick and a cheat. So don’t take it personally when you get KTFO’d tonight.
Abby’s expression made me falter; she was afraid of what she’d just seen. She swallowed, and took a step back. Her fear only made me more angry, not at her, but because I was ashamed of myself.
What do you want from me? I keep telling you I don’t care about this secret. I’m telling you I want you. I don’t know what else to say to convince you.
I’m just so bwessed.
Sweet potato fries?
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn’t sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.
You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.
My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.
The only woman I’d ever wanna marry just broke my heart...
The only thing I’m afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
Ugh! Why can’t Hell stay where it’s at? Why does it always have to break loose?
I had died and woken up in High School Musical.
I decided a long time ago I would feed on the vultures until a dove came along. A pigeon. The kind of soul that didn’t impede on anyone; just walked around worrying about its own business, trying to get through life without pulling everyone else down. With its own needs and selfish habits. Brave. A communicator. Intelligent. Beautiful. Soft-spoken. A creature that mates for life. Unattainable until she has a reason to trust you.
Losing Abby wasn’t a story I remembered from early childhood – it was in my face, debilitating me like a sickness, robbing me of my senses and physically, excruciatingly painful. My mother’s words echoed in my ear. Abby was the girl I had to fight for, and I went down fighting. None of it was ever going to be enough.
People have forgotten to use their memories. They look at life through the lens of a camera or the screen of a cell phone instead of remembering how it looks, how it smells.
Love isn’t about predictions or behavioural markers. It just happens, and you have no control.
I lost someone I loved before, and it changed me. I gave up someone I loved before, and it crushed me. I know that when you leave, Liis, however it goes down... it will end me.
Don’t you know by now?” Thomas said, touching his lips to my hair. “It’s somewhere in the unforeseen when the best, most important moments of our lives seem to happen.