The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.
He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone – in a much more impolite manner.
I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.
Is there a club for bitchiness management, like Alcoholics Anonymous? Because, seriously, I think you should visit it.
If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I’d be free right now. Probably even doing some real job,” she sneered.
Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn’t keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.
Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it’s scary and unpredictable and unsafe – at least, that’s what we all think.
Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?
God, please let this not be our last dance...
I’ve been told that there’s a point in every soldier’s life when he knows he’s going to die. You expect it, of course, in every battle, every ambush, every enemy engagement. You are aware that this could be it. This could be the one that ends your life. But, there’s a difference between being aware that you could die, and knowing beyond a doubt, when the situation is hopeless. New dragons dropped from the sky in a dark mass...
Godzilla was coming...
Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.” His eyes are black with desire. “By you, I am forever undone.
By you, I am forever undone.
I don’t want to be a vampire’ she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.
She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had.
His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn’t place – one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.
In the dream, Tana’s mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.
Just because I am bitter about romance doesn’t mean everyone else needs to be.
She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
Don’t let your focus be so much on how many times you go on a date but how you can build into one another, share and carry each other’s vision, complement each other, develop a deeper level of friendship; grow spiritually together and make the little things meaningful. It’s beyond the 100% but more about how committed and dedicated you are daily. Love can only truly exist, when you become selfless and focus less on what is in it for you.