You are the fucking equation, I want to yell in her face. The riddle and the answer and the numbers within it. You’re math. You make sense.
Women like men who play hockey, football, basketball and golf (okay, scratch golf). Women love men who know how to fight.
People were like onions, made of lots of layers. The deeper you went, the rawer the layer.
I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.
Is it you that I love. It is you whom I want. It is you whom makes living a spectacular thing I want to experience, rather than participate in reluctantly, every day.
I would always rather be happy than dignified. —Charlotte Brontë,
I want your ass. Happy? Want it with the scars. With the fucked-up, tragic story. With every fiber of my body. I want to fuck you, and own you, and bruise you, and save you. But I can’t do any of thos...
I flew directly into my cage, asking him to lock me inside. Because the beautiful lie was far more desirable than the awful truth. The cage was warm and safe. No harm could find me. I wrapped my arms...
I apologize in advance. He cocked his head to the side. For? Ruining you for any other man on this planet. I’m going to fuck you, Indie. So hard you’ll think about me years from now, when you lie unde...
All you need to know about life is that it’s just like an hourglass. Sometimes you’re down, and sometimes, up. And right now, I’m up, baby. So. Flipping. High.
Ocean.
It makes me so hard I’m pretty sure the rest my body turns anemic.
Why didn’t you tell me we were in love?Why did you wait for me to find outWhen you broke my heart?
The girl got a kiss on the lips from the boy who no longer howled at the moon and cried on a tree. On the forehead. Like friends do. Then he kissed her on the lips, like lovers do. Then he kissed the...
If you wanted to win a negotiation, rule number one was to talk less. Show minimal interest. Let the other person sweat it.
I'd cut a bitch for a steamy booty call right about now. Do him, Blaire. Do him for the both of us. I hear twins sometimes have a physical connection that allows them to feel the pain and pleasure of...
I saw his dick. With my own eyes. My thigh even gave it a handshake.
I might be a punk, but you’re the hideous little monster who is falling for him.
I breathe your nameHoping to fill my lungsWith more than just air
He was, in a lot of ways, like Lot’s wife. A hard statue, made of salt and stone, standing on a cliff, emotionless and proud after watching with glee as Sodom—or Todos Santos—was set aflame by its sin...