Best love is the one you don’t know you have. It’s the one that creeps over you and takes hold of your heart. Your body. Your soul. It’s the one you believe in with everything you have and hold on to...
Maybe he’s a nose picker. But it is a pretty nose, so... Everything
Because I know. I know he won’t ever forgive me or trust me, so he won’t ever love me the way he did before. It’s that simple.
I forgive him, But I don´t know if I trully trust him, and this is funny thing about trust. You can love and forgive, but you don´t necessarily trust, Broken hearts and promises can be fixed so easily...
Fuck a duck,
I'm twenty-four, it's a Friday night, and I'm waiting in for a take-out gyros and fries in my onesie. My life is just so exciting I can barely stand it.
One of the most important things my mom has ever taught me is that a woman’s body isn’t a toy. It’s not to be played with and discarded like a broken train set. A woman’s body is a work of art to be a...
No. There are no second chances in life, no rewind button. You don’t get a do-over, so if you want something you have to run, smash into it and grab it with everything you have. You have to take it an...
I love you the way the center of my world should be loved.
She's about as attractive as a donkey's asshole mid-shit. Well,
Every time I kiss you, I taste the rest of my life. I won’t stop fighting for you until you taste yours, too.
Truth of life is that no matter what it is – loss, heartbreak, happiness, love – those emotions are so damn strong they'll follow you no matter where you go.
I play more than dirty, sweetheart. I play downright filthy.
Because I wasn’t even angry anymore. A part of me didn’t even care that he’d been talking about me because I had been about him. That was human nature—how else were you supposed to figure stuff out? S...
Not everything is made to be shared. Not every scar is on the body. Some scars are on the mind. Some scars can’t be seen. They’re inside, burned in so deeply that they’ll never be healed.
There really is no place like the one you find between the pages of a book.
Two thousand, seven hundred and seventy four days. That’s how long I waited and wished for you.
With a shout of, Why the fuck didn’t you call me, you dumb bitch? I laugh and extract myself from her arms and, more regrettably, from Drake’s warm, large hands at my waist. My arms for once empty of...
That’s all books are. Escapism borne of wonderfully crafted words that describe far off lands. Sentences that ask and answer within seconds. Paragraphs that slay dragons and ride horses into the midni...
You never know. You never know you have it until you don’t anymore. You can hold true love in the palm of your hand and wrap your fingers around it in a stealth grip, and you know what? It’ll still sl...
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