Hay veces en las que alguien confía lo suficiente en ti como para contarte sus secretos y eso hace que sea más fácil confiar en él.
Yeah, I give you two a day before you end up killing one another,” Nicholas remarks with a laugh.”Seriously, it;s like watching mild porn, watching you two eye fuck each other every two seconds.
You really need stitches,” she tells me.”Or you’re going to have a scar.” I try not to laugh. Stitches aren’t going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken...
Because I mean it. I don’t care about anything else. I could lose anyone else and make it through. But not you, Ella May. I can’t do this without you.
Why do I always have so many fucking questions in my head?
His eyes darken and his voice drops to a firm, husky tone.”I can always tie you to the bed and make it so you can’t go anywhere.
Finally I find it, the book, but as I’m pulling it out of the stack I hear a noise coming from my toy room. It sounds like scratching or scraping maybe and my mind instantly...
Just you and me against the world.Always and forever.
It’s because you aren’t thinking very clearly tonight.””I know. Being Drunk is weird.””Oh my god. I love you so much. Especially when you say stuff like that.””Like what?””Nothing. Never mind. Although I’m dying to know...
It’s what’s buried deep inside that frightens me because it’s broken, like a shattered mirror.
So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever...
You can just keep carrying me. It’s very relaxing.
In the existence of our lives, there are many coincidences that bring people together, but there’s only one person that will own your heart forever.
I won’t let that night ruin you forever.” But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.
Es impresionante cómo las cosas que recuerdas siempre son las que te gustaría olvidar y en cambio, las cosas a las que deseas aferrarte desesperadamente se desvanecen como la arena en el viento.
I don’t believe that. I don’t believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.
I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happiness, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.
—Soló porque el mundo esté lleno de cosas malas no significa que tenga que dejar que me destrocen.—Eso decía siempre—. Merezco ser feliz.
There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.
You’ve always had a good grasp on what’s right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.
Life is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time. Some people get luck handed to them, a second chance, a save....
He stops rocking the cage. “Oh, come on, Callie. It won’t be fun if we don’t rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better it’ll feel.” His voice drops to a deep...
I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.
It was an earthshattering kiss, one that stole breaths, stopped hearts, and scared the shit out of me because it surfaced feelings I’d never felt before, ones that rendered me helpless.
Perfect doesn’t exist. Realness does. Realness is what I need.
You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to...
Asher taps his fingers on his lips and I catch Amy licking her own as she eyes his mouth. “What exactly are Rocky Mountain Oysters?” he asks her.I restrain a laugh as Amy’s face twists...
At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it.” “Of course. They’re always worth it,” he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could...
Seriously, it’s like watching mild porn, watching you two eye fuck each other every two seconds.
Death. It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.
It isn’t as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we’ve done.
No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.
I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.
That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth, which says a lot since you’re the biggest liar I’ve ever met.
En nuestra existencia hay una única coincidencia que nos une y, por un momento, nuestros corazones laten como si fueran uno.
I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.
I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happines, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.
One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. “This is the women’s restroom.” She points a finger...
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