My malt brings all the boys to the vestibule.
Take a shower. You smell like what sad dreams are made of.
Don’t be difficult, Bear. It’s unattractive.
Billy leaned forward. 'What's he like?' he whispered conspiratorially. 'Who?' Tock asked, looking confused. 'Felix. The Split One. I heard he came in this afternoon shooting fire and wind from his han...
Ryan said, What the hell? Does everything want to have sex with you?
Honey, you’re pouting. That’s not dangerous. It’s adorable.
Never again, you hear me? Never again. Something happens, you tell me. I need you to tell me. I need you.
I’m not a prize to be won, he gasped out. That was so awesome. You go, girl. Get down with your bad self and preach. We don’t need no mens. We are fierce and hear Sam of Wilds roar. He puffed out his...
You can’t own what belongs to the world.
It was just me and him, there in that place where tragedy had happened, where I thought my life had ended. But somehow, he made it seem like a home again. Somehow, he gave it back to me.
'God help me, yes. I don't want anything more than you. I want nothing less than you.'
What, the glass is half-full instead of half-empty? Bullshit. What they don't tell you is that regardless of how full the glass is, it's filled with acid, and you'll burn your face off.
I'll be honest, I said. That's rather embarrassing. And also? So many remarks make much more sense now. I really need to be more aware of my surroundings.And then I walked into a large boulder. -- Sam
You got a boner over my little brother. I
You can plan for life, but life always has plans of its own.
'But even I know that in your line of work, there's a difference between being a volunteer and being volun-told.'
You went full-on bitchy and made a dramatic exit? He sounded way too gleeful over my histrionics. I have taught you well, my young apprentice.
So while I drove my little and planned his fantasy night of how I was going to give Otter the key to my soul (his words, not mine), I silently panicked and wrote lines of bad poetry. Normally, I am qu...
Richard Collins had only taken weeks to destroy the little boy I’d known. He was this shell, okay? This empty shell, and I didn’t know how to fix it. And then, Ox. Oh, and then there was you. She
I took off my glasses and threw them down the street. They landed near a cracked-out-looking homeless man pushing a shopping cart. He bent down, picked them up, and crowed, All right! Sunglasses comin...