I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.
He saw her right after the seventh-period bell rang. She seemed dressed for the sole purpose of blending in with the lockers, but she stood out, anyway. It didn’t matter that her wide blue eyes...
My dearest Pudding pie” I read aloud.”Yes, my little turnip?” “Hilarious,” I muttered. “If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.
Wearing that? Wouldn’t you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.
I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets… Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of...
It’s the person that calls you up because they’re eating at ‘our favorite spot,’ and it made them think of you and miss being there with you. That’s a friend, to me.
As we get older, it matters less where you are and more who you’re with.
My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I’m doing to tell me you love me.
(When)When you call me nugget.When you take pictures of me.When you dance.When you complement me.When you laugh.When your eyes squint as you smile.When we make love when we’re sick.I fall more in love with you.
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