Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.
I wish we could make out in your bed.Noah sighed. As do I, but I’m afraid we have ritual burning to conduct.It’s always something.Isn’t it though?
Have you made any other friends since we’ve been here?I gave him the death stare. Yes, actually.Who? I want a name.Jamie Roth.The Ebola kid? I heard he’s a little unstable.That was one incident.
You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.
I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.
Everyone’s a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.
You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to again… and again.
I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie’s cheek.“FUCK,” he shouted, wiping it off. “What if you killed me!” He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.“Ow!”“Taste the rainbow bitch.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.
You could start a fire with the heat between you two.You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.