The fact that we aren’t here forever is exactly what we need to make the most out of life.
Every heartbeat, I slipped a little more. Drowned a little deeper. Fell a little further into the bottomless ocean of feelings for him.
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.
Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em to death. Fuck this town, and its preppy, judgmental residents, and every idiot who looks at us funny. Don’t you get it? We’re the outliers. The rejects. We’re free. Free to do what...
Habit’s gonna get you broke, girl. Kate picked a chocolate-glazed one, greeting me by bumping her thigh against my shoulder. That’s like threatening a nun with a crucifix. I already am.
SNAILED
He scoffed. I can charm the panties off of a nun.
Her fake tan was the exact shade of a KFC chicken thigh.
So he did not share a bed with his partners, did not perform oral sex, and was not interested in forming a relationship with a woman. I didn’t know much about the world of dating, but I was pretty cer...
I breathe your nameHoping to fill my lungsWith more than just air
She was my beauty, and I was her beast. But this was not a Disney flick. In real life, the beast goes back to his solitary life, a freak who lurks in the shadows and watches as his girl runs away back...
More than anything, I wanted him to lift my shirt, see the scar, kiss it better, and tell me that I was beautiful.
People stared at him as if he were the Messiah, blazing into town on his donkey wearing a glittery thong.
I smoked weed while she danced on the roof and threw me smiles every now and again. I watched her with a smirk. Life was good.
If you hurt her, I will kill you. She pointed her finger at me for emphasis. I was perfectly still, giving zero fucks about this five-foot-four gnome firing threats at me like she was Rambo. Cock-bloc...
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...
Women like men who play hockey, football, basketball and golf (okay, scratch golf). Women love men who know how to fight.
I’d imagined our kiss countless times before, but I’d never expected it to feel like this. Like home. Like oxygen. Like forever.
I hate lying to your faceBut I love watching what I can do to youWhen my mouth says thingsThat undo you
She’s a work of artAnd as suchThere’s nothing more devastatingThan watching her break
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