He didn’t just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.
Please tell me we don’t grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.
A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up.
The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.
Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.
I love books, they’re in my blood.
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.
Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it’s none of your business, I have lost. Many things.
Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else’s reproduction pool.
Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.
Don’t celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don’t believe anything is dead until you’ve burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.
Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.
I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.
I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. That’s the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.
Question: When you’re one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It’s how you choose to answer that question that defines you.
Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can’t go on like this, can’t keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons.
Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.
He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.