Giveaway T-shirts stretched over monstrous beer bellies. Puffy NFL jackets and porky jowls. Granted, I'm in a bowling alley,but the differences between Americans and Parisians are shocking.I'm ashamed...
Girls were supposed to be happy that someone wanted them, as though they were kittens in a basket, and any left by day’s end would be drowned in the pond.
Eğer ben yıldızlarsam, Cricket Bell koskoca galaksiler eder.
Es fácil hablar de cosas que odio, pero a veces es difícil de explicar exactamente por qué nos gusta algo.
Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person
Because I hate that word. Like being gay is something to be ashamed of. Like because Mer likes sports, it automatically makes her a lesbian. That insult doesn't even make sense.
Because I don’t want to be alone right now. His voice echoes through the night.I turn around to face him one last time. You weren’t alone, asshole.
As far as you go, he believes in what he does, and in second chances. He loves people. I’d go so far as to say he loves you. Loved me? Why? I don’t follow the rules. Aren’t religious people into rules...
Anna? Someone knocks on my door, and it startles me out of my seat.No.Not . St. Clair.I'm wearing an old Mayfield Dairy T-shirt, complete with yellow-and-brown cow logo,and hot pink flannel pajama bot...
And then he's gone again.Wednesday.Thursday.Friday.Where is he?
And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day.
A gorgeous boy is in love with you, and you're not even gonna try to make it work?
Home isn't a place. It's a person.
We have everything to say.And where do you begin with everything?
Anna Oliphant Etienne St. Clair SAVING YOUI'm teleporting to Atlanta.I'm picking you up,and we'll go someplace where our families can't find us.We'll take Seany. And we'll let him rup laps until he...
—¿Y si no me quiere?—Él te quiere.—¿Qué si no?—Ugh, ¿entonces a quién le importa? No perderás nada que ya no hayas perdido.
Looking for tail. Tail? Oh mon Dieu. I can’t believe she’s
You’ll be so easy, Rashmi said. Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? ‘Oh, do me, Marco!
You tell me I'm beautiful,and that you like my hair and you like my smile. You rest your leg against mine in darkened theaters,and then you act as if nothing happened when the lights go up.You for th...
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.