A story of a Nemesis and a Villain with no chance at a happy ending. Where the prince doesn’t save the princess. He tortures her. And the beauty doesn’t sleep. She’s stuck. In a nightmare.
Her fake tan was the exact shade of a KFC chicken thigh.
If you want to be strong, be.
Shabby I Fucked Your Girlfriend and Didn’t Even Enjoy It tee that had cost me a grand,
You wear your liesLike a tieToo beautiful to removeToo elegant to resistToo tight to breathe
The fact that we aren’t here forever is exactly what we need to make the most out of life.
Wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
People dislike me because I fight mean. With no mercy. But what they don’t get is that terror and arousal are very similar. Same adrenaline. Same incentive. Same reaction.
I always wondered what a royal bitch would find in a dirty stray. But I know now. Oh, I know very well why girls of pedigree love the mutts. They’re forbidden. Exciting. And taming them is a challenge...
High school is an aquarium full of sharks. People are always broiling with the need to burst free. Only the strong survive.
High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don’t care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive.
Douchecanoe’s
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...
He scoffed. I can charm the panties off of a nun.
Maybe love wasn't about feeling happy and whole. Maybe love was about breaking so the person you cared for would feel a little more whole.
People were like onions, made of lots of layers. The deeper you went, the rawer the layer.
To Brittany Danielle Christina and Jacquie Czech Martin, and to strong women everywhere. May we be them, may we raise them, may we support them.
Hang on to this anger, Chucks. I’ll be happy to work your crazy ass up in bed and fuck every doubt and complaint out of your tight pussy.
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.
Good, because opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one, and they usually stink.
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