The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.
My own brother calling me a brickhead. Sneering faeries insulting me. Women punching me in the face. How much more am I to swallow in one bloody day?
She's been trained to put that moment off as long as she could stand and fight, to slash and burn, and take out as many as humanly possible. Because under the strength, the wit and the endless trainin...
Do you think the penis ever gets tired?Whose?Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!
Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie
People in hell want snowcones.
Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.
Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.
Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.
It was a well-aimed arrow. Had anyone even noticed she was no longer at the library? All the people she'd worked with, worked for? All the patrons she'd helped? Had she been so replaceable that her ab...
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