So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.
Just because a person is beautiful doesn’t mean there’s no soul beneath. Doesn
I’d always hoped but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it had happened. The notebook had made it so.
It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. T...
It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.
I'm not fine. Soon, the tears will come. I can sense them building in the pit of my stomach, coating the belly of candy. They will come when I am alone in the dark, in my own bed, with no one to comfo...
I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.
I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I turned to find Priya, this girl from my school, somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
I start to lose consciousness, and only desperation and fear keep my heart pounding, hard. Darkness descends, as Awful rises. Ivan has no idea what's coming. Neither do I. Last time I did not fight ha...
I know this is the wrong choice. But it feels like the only choice. So I make it.
I half expected to find Sherlock Holmes thumb wrestling with Jane Austen in the corner.
I figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for eight or nine hours a day, and the whole time he’s surrounded by beds. And not only that, h...
I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking...
I also feel fairly confident that the original Texaco Salvatore was a good family man, with perhaps a propensity for wearing his wife's panties and betting his kids' college money at the track, but ot...
I already know the words. I just need to learn the beat. This tone-deaf white girl will try to make music out of recovery.
How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?
Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.
He sold the business but kept the corner block building,
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar