A beautiful man is the devil’s most potent weapon.
You’ll be tactile, and I’ll be clingy, and we’ll be very happy just as long as we sleep in a twin bed and call each other seventeen hundred times a day.
Now that you’ve crushed this little man’s evil hopes and dreams, I imagine he has a hairless cat to stroke and a monologue to prepare.
Boys are stupid. I needed to explore becoming a lesbian. I needed to add this to my to-do list and bump it up to the top.
Furthermore, I preferred to only have cravings I could satisfy without the requirement or assistance of another person. This was, after all, the definition of self-reliance.
Without action, even good intentions are meaningless.
Cletus had instructed Duane to put his concerns in the suggestion box. Of note, Cletus had labeled the shredder in the upstairs office suggestion box a year ago when Duane had suggested half days on Fridays. “What.
I’m a firm believer that if a person needs a hug, you give that person a hug. So many times I’ve been in a situation where I needed a hug, and instead had to settle for a good cry on a pillow at the end of the day.
What will you do when you have kids?’ and I’m like, ‘The same thing I do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.
May you live every day of your life.” – Jonathan Swift.
Quinn. His name was Quinn. I must to remember to call him Quinn, not Sir Handsome McHotpants.
Sorry I’m late. I got caught jaywalking and had to give the policeman a hand job or pay a seventy-five dollar fine.
Yeah, I’m still here.” I heard him sigh. “These aren’t the same plans you made yesterday with your ex, are they?” Inwardly, I cringed. Then, outwardly, I also cringed. “Yes.” His response was silence. “Quinn?” “I’ll come too.” It didn’t sound at all like a request. “Uh, what?
They’ve got to have backups on the cloud, or the mist, or whatever it’s called.
It’s not the wanting part that makes you crazy. It’s the blackmailing-me-into-marrying-you-and-giving-you-a-baby that brings your mental health into question.” Jennifer.
I don’t like to judge people. I love it. Writing.
She was a line usurper and a bully. I wasn’t in the mood to be bullied or usurped.
Just that, two people, witnessing or experiencing the same event, can have two entirely different interpretations of the truth. To one person, the knot was a heart, and removing it devastated the stone such that it succumbed to the artist’s vision. To another, the knot was an obstruction to the stone, preventing it from being what or who it was meant to be.
It’s not spandex, it’s a Kevlar blend.” His voice lowered to a growly whisper. “I’m so turned on right now.
Don’t change a thing. God, Jess. Don’t change a single thing. Be wild for me, be reckless. I love your kind of wild.