If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.
You just say the word, and I’ll make the rest of the world go away. I’ll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.
I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.
Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal – my favorite way to play.
It’s not the length of the word; it’s how well you use it!
Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I’d never find use for an English degree. Ha! I’d like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.
Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved was full of crap.
In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.
You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that’s kinda hot...
I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
You’re not lost, Kaylee. You can’t ever be lost, because I’ll always know where you are. And if I’m not there with you, I’m on my way, and nothing standing between us will be standing for very long.
Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. “I’ve got you,” Tod whispered in my ear.
He shrugged, looking right into my eyes. “Right now, this is all I feel.” He held our intertwined hands up for me to see and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t break the hold his gaze had on me, like he could see more than anyone else saw. Things I couldn’t see myself.
My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.
Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.
When mice run, cats give chase.
Anger is great. It’s powerful, when you need something to hold you up. Something to steel your spine. But in the dark, when you’re alone with the truth, anger can’t survive. The only thing that can live in the dark with you is fear.
I’m dead, not impotent. Nasty rumors like that must be squashed before they gain momentum. Feel free to emphasize how very functional I am.