Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too.
I’ve never even been to Long Island.
But he’s looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogs At least he knows enough not to date while he’s campaigning.
I’ll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.
But things were different now. I finally had my head -pun intended- on straight.
Nikki “Brandon’s never hurt anyone. He’s competely sweet and adorable.” I choked a little on the sip of sparkling water I’k just swallowed. If Brandon was sweet and adorable, I was Satan’s bride.
And the truth is, I’d felt kind of a thrill about wearing Jason’s Big Boy pants. I was a sick kid, even way back then.
But I guess you would look beatific, too, if the man you had been in love with since the fifth grade had told you that he was in love with you, too.
I like ’em big. And stupid. Don’t tell my husband.
The fact that he was willing to sacrifice his own face in order to keep mine from getting bashed in.
You know. Life’s short. If you don’t try new things, you’ll never know what you’re best at. And you can only make time for new things by quitting the things you know don’t work for you.
She’d realize Steve was her soul mate and that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.
If it turned out Brandon Stark also likes to dress up as Strwberry Shortcake while playing croquet with his miniture pony collection, I totally wouldn’t be surprised anymore.
French: why does this language even exist? Everyone there speaks english anyway.
I was in love with Scott Bennett. That I had been in love with him my whole life, practically.
You want a happy romantic relationship? Don’t ruin it by getting married.
I stood on Susan Boone’s front porch, feeling lame. But then, since I’ve pretty much felt lame my entire life, this was no big surprise. On the other hand, usually I felt lame for no particular reason. This time I really had a reason to feel lame.
This is not to say that I wasn’t completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn’t exactly proud that my stepbrother was in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.
It was considerably larger than a knife hilt.
I can’t even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. “Sorry” he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.