A lights-off girl? Hell, no. You’re a spotlight girl. You just need to stop looking through your eyes and use mine.
Don’t let the thing that terrifies you overcome you so much that you can’t even take a bite.
You’re beautiful, Genesis.” I swallowed, placing my hands on the table in front of her. “Immortals would fight wars over you, and not just your face or your hair or the way your smile penetrates to someone’s very soul – but because you’re good.
Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy. I needed the distance, I needed to think the worst because for some reason his every action drew me.
I briefly closed my eyes and imagined him in a Barbie minivan hoping to expel the way his masculinity made me want to strip down to nothing and throw caution to the wind.
You’re crazy as hell – but you’re my crazy. I want to live in that head of yours. I want to hear about the crazy things you conjure up in that imagination of yours.
When you have lost your way, when the world appears as if it is crumbling around you, perhaps, just maybe, you should close your eyes. By looking outward we forget the strength that is given inward. We can only see part of the picture with our eyes open. But, when they are closed, we see as a whole. We concentrate not on what we can see, but on the faith of what we know to be true.
Crazy comes in all forms, even ones who look completely harmless.
It was petrifying to know that another human being held the keys to your heart and soul. Helpless. It left you defenseless, because the control shifted into another person’s hands, and you had to decide just how trustworthy those hands were. Only it didn’t matter, because in the end, if the hands dropped the key, if they messed up – even once – your heart was already lost, never to be unlocked again.
He caressed my arm and then frowned as he leaned down and examined the marks Jac’s nails had made in my skin, along with the blood I still hadn’t washed off. “What is this?” His cold voice left me filled with dread. I tried to jerk away. “Nothing.” “Maya,” he growled. “Who the hell dared to lay a hand on you?” His voice was furious as his eyes flashed with rage. “Tell me. Now.
When fear actually turns into a friend. When you open your eyes and all you see is the dark because it’s been so long since you’ve seen the light.
It’s unfair to give your body and soul to one person, while asking for everything that person has to offer in return, knowing that you may not be able to follow through with the promise you’re making.
Don’t ruin it by saying something. Now. Go to class.
Good things happen in prison,’ said no one ever. Word to the wise, if you want to prove your manhood to your woman, just pull it out and show her, feel me?
I didn’t want someone saying it was going to be okay. See, that’s the worst thing you can do to a girl. Say it’s going to be okay when she knows it’s not, when she’s knows that the only real ending to the story is heartache.
To just be you and not have to worry about anything else in the world.
Putting your hair in a bun is like wearing tight pants on Thanksgiving. Eventually the stuffing’s gonna pop right on out.
Kessen groaned, then silently wondered if she should download the e-reader application for her phone she could pretend to be texting but be reading instead. It might look odd for her to be staring at her phone for long periods of time.
I know you guys have a past. But can you leavve it there? So I can be your future?
I think... That I’ve always been yours. I just didn’t realize it.