The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I’m glad we can be friends.”There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. “I loved him. That’s what dumb girls do.”“You aren’t dumb.”I try to hold back my smile. “I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don’t want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

However, in many instances we might be very wise to ask what the consequence of removing the consequence might actually be.

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

Please keep in mind the distinction between healing and treatment: treatment originates from outside, whereas healing comes from within.

Rapping is the only time I'm serious.

The woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.

Without my morning coffee I'm just like a dried up piece of roast goat.

My life has included a study of Shakespeare and to me it's very natural, but I know that it's not always accessible to other people.

They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me young love murder, that is what this must be I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Change everything except your wife and kids

We fail when we give up too soon.