Evie winked at Sam and he whispered low in her ear, making her neck tingle. Sister, together, we could be a hell of a team.
Does my new feminism make me look fat?
But as soon as the thought enters my mind, another one swims in and eats the first one like a shark. Fuck that, it burps.
Because the pure girls get rescued. Mary Lou felt something she didn't let herself feel often. She was well and truly pissed off. Why do girls have to be all pure and innocent and good? Why don't guys...
A woman's reputation is her worth... IT is the way it is. You may hate me for saying so, but there is the truth. Do you not remember that this is how our mother died? She would still be here and Fathe...
A token of bathroom stoner etiquette.
I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and what...
. . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.
You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.
You are absolute angels of the first order. If I were Pope, I’d canonize you. The Pope would probably love to turn a cannon on you!
Will was making a speech, something about having been young and careless once, the sort of thing old-timers said when they issued a deathblow, as if they thought their sanctimonious ramblings disguise...
Why should we girls not have the same privileges as men? Why do we police ourselves so stringently- whittling each other down with cutting remarks or holding ourselves back from greatness with a harne...
Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world?
Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.
What about you and me, Adina? Duff said, sidling up to her by the railing. I know I screwed up. But do you think we could start over?Adina thought about everything that had happened. Part of her wante...
Welcome to finishing school, Gemma. Learn to embroider, serve tea, curtsy. Oh, and by the way, you might be demolished in the night by a hideous winged creature from the roof.
Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?
To each his own magic.
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
There's a lot of foot stomping, clapping, and cheering. I just want to win some cash and find my yard gnome. It's not a lot to ask.