When in doubt, ingest carbs.
What do you want ?It was a hard question, especially if I had to bat en down the sarcasm. I mean, there was the beauty pageant answer of world peace, although I’d probably have to render it in the bea...
What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person’s heartbeat beside him?
Maybe your unspeakable defects give you power too?
Life is funny, baby, and that's no joke
I mean, they're only the best punk band out there right now, named for the fucking apathy of a xenophobic fucking nation oblivious to the fucking terror its leaders wreak on the rest of the world beca...
And we are giddy, because dawn is here, we’re at the center of the world and we’re at the center of our own universe, and spring is here, and the air smells wet and clean. God bless Manhattan, you kno...
You should never wish for wishful thinking.
Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.
These humans—they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This is so unfair. My body feels numb, my energy spent, my mind deceived and angry...
Let’s make plans, I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, No, let’s leave it to chance.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, they sang.
I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage...
Villains made no special guest appearances in our Once Upon A Time story games. They scared Laura and bored me, so instead we made up heroines with ghastly itchy skin but magnificent tresses of hair,...
I volunteer to be the comfort of the in-between.
I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and...
I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?
The infinite Manhattan night.
You dueled? Lily askedYes. And if we do it again, it will be-DON'T SAY IT! Thibaud screamed.-a dual duel, I completed, with satisfaction.
There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea,