When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
A fit, healthy body – that is the best fashion statement.
Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.
What’s the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?
Hypocrites get offended by the truth.
If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.
Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for my friend who’s late. I will stay, just to walk beside you for one more day.
You may be married to a star, but that doesn’t mean they’ll treat you like one.
Now? I’m just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.
Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.
My arms would be wrapped around him like angels’ wings.
Please, touch me, I pray.
I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?
Nin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things – though he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same time. It was alarming, how humans could spend entire lifetimes engaged in all kinds of activities, without getting any closer to knowing who they really were, inside.
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime – if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more – was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.
Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found “Mr. Right.
He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.
Friends are the family you get to choose.