All people are broken, Shelly. No one is perfect. Some seek help. Some don’t. But no one is ever fixed by another person. We can only work on ourselves. We are – using your analogy – our own refrigerators, no one else’s.
She lifted up a bag on her shoulder and informed me that not only had she brought me a swim suit, it was a string bikini. I thought I might die of happiness. That last part isn’t true. I was being sarcastic. Sorry.
He wasn’t a robot needing reprogramming; he was a person. He was ultimately responsible for fixing himself, and only if he wanted to.
We were both adulting like adult adults who behaved like adults.
He was so silly. So I said, “Duane, you are so silly.
I admired him from afar, like a really amazing piece of art that you only see in photographs or behind glass in a museum. So we affectionately referred to him as Handsome McHotpants; more accurately, Elizabeth and I knighted him Sir Handsome McHotpants one night after drinking too many mojitos.
I wondered what steps I could take to remove the word ‘moisture’ or even ‘moist’ from the English language; I really hated the way it sounded and always went out of my way to avoid saying it.
What?” I whispered, suspicious, still fighting my flare of hormones. Or, more precisely, whoremones. That’s.
I’m sure you’re used to the deafening sound of underwear hitting the floor every time you enter the room.
He doesn’t seem quiet to me, and he looks like he’d be a playboy, impregnating all the local girls with Viking babies.
He was so adept – so very, very gifted – at stoking my fire then leaving me with a giant lady hard-on. In fact, I suspected maybe this was his superpower.
Pride is just another word for insecurity and fear.
I suppose if the relationship is between two people who are keeping score, then you are right – there will be a winner and a loser. However, if no one is keeping score, then no one loses.
Don’t give up on your alphabet.
Yeah. I can see that. I feel like sidekicks aren’t as well developed as the main character in a story, but they’re essential in defining that main character. And the protagonist needs the sidekick more than the sidekick needs the protagonist.
My name is Alex, and I’ll be serving you tonight.
If I wanted commentary on my ass, I would go to a proctologist.” My.
You’re becoming invisible under the weight of unhappiness.
The rain, like the flame, is dangerous. But you don’t realize its power until it’s too late.
If I let another person’s opinion matter then I was giving him control over me; I alone had complete control over my self-image.