Assassins: they got sass and live on sin.
I'd represent "Love" when it sued hypocritical writers for abuse.
I love my ex so much I printed out all his pictures. After all, I need him for target practice. And I just love customised toilet paper and doormats. My only regret is that those items don't bear his...
Love and Hate: both are four-lettered and both involve passion. And sometimes when love turns into hate, passion grows murderous.
I tend to throw tantrums a lot. Wear a helmet in my presence.
For me to forgive my ex, he would have to sign a marriage contract with his tears and seal it with his blood.
Gentleman: An imaginary creature found in Jane Austen novels.
Hate lawyers all you want. Unlike you, we'll never be replaced with robots. Case closed!
Because of the green-eyed one, I see red and that makes me blue.
For a control freak, love and the desire to control others are synonymous. Once they lose control over the object of their desire, hostility takes over in full force.
Writing is a form of art. Do not use New Times Roman or Arial because it's boring and hackneyed.
An eye for an eye will only make the world bright. Sorry, Mahatma. This is the absolute and only true form of justice.
Your kisses are like miracle fruit that sweetens my life without ruining my diet.
Pent up anger brews into hate, which subsequently becomes a juicy revenge.
I suggest he starts introducing himself as "Lessman"; he is classless, tactless, and mannerless.
That stranger handed me a letter written in my beloved's tears. I opened it, and the letters faded away just like his love for me.
He was a serial dater, and she was a serial killer. Justice brought them together.
I put the bra in brand, and I top it!
Let's play Russian roulette. If you win, I give you a Colombian necktie.
When I lose control, I lose my cool and I pass the point of no RTN.
