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Well, some monkey out there was going to have a weird menstrual cycle.
“Do you have a naughty girl fantasy?” “I have a you fantasy.”
What is it with my generation and the absolute hatred of talking on the phone?
She’s going to be my friend by the end of the weekend, whether she likes it or not.
This sounds suspiciously like me and 85% of the people I know
“The thing is, Jessa,” she says, “we’re all basically always in seventh grade when it comes to dating.”
A verbal contract is a contract, Clark, he would say, all serious and man-of-the-family, as he snatched my child from my arms.
He hangs his head, like his dirty secret is about a kinky thing for pigeons and not cheesy love songs.
Like he's Tesla XD
“And honestly, Clark, there’s no reason you have to take them down, now or ever. Anyone who can’t understand that isn’t worth inviting home. Maybe someday you’ll want to put some of them away, or maybe you won’t. But either way, if and when you’re ready to take them down, you’ll take them down.”
My mother is clearly puzzled. “Isn’t anyone shocked? Or—don’t you have questions for me? Or—maybe someone is going to need therapy?” “I already need therapy,” Amanda says, shrugging. Hanna frowns in her direction, and Amanda rolls her eyes. “I have a question,” Anna says. We brace ourselves, because tweens can say absolutely anything. “Is it, like a friends-to-lovers kind of thing?” Ah, eleven. “Yes,” my mother says, giving Geneva a loving look. “It is like that kind of thing.” “Makes sense,” Anna says sagely.
This might have started as fake dating, but I really love him. This man who is crying, in my arms, for another woman. I have terrible timing.
Girl, me too
“I’m not going to say something dumb, like Emma would want you to be happy.” I can’t help it; I grin at the aggravation in her voice. We’ve both heard plenty of platitudes in the last two years. “And I’m not going to lie—I’m a jealous bitch, and I’m pissed that someone else might ever get you for a son-in-law. I lost that, too.” Her voice breaks, and I stand up, abruptly, cross to her side of the table, and wrap my arms around her. “You did not,” I say. “I just needed some time.” When she stops crying, she says, “You are a good man, Clark Wilder. And it would be a fucking waste of a good man
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Faith was in bed with her two favorite companions: a book and a bag of Twizzlers.
These are mine, too tbh, and they're the only ones worthy of it
When she woke up this morning, she hadn’t intended to choose violence, but there she was. Might as well have fun with it.
Choose violence.
Be gay.
Do crimes.
Have fun.
Was it pathetic to swoon over a man who showed up and offered to be helpful?
Nope. That's swoonworthy.
“Ride in silence, listen to the radio, or carry on inconsequential conversation so neither of us have to think about how empty we both are inside?” “Um. Inconsequential conversation over the radio?” He flipped it on, and low music filled the car. “Can you believe this weather?”
He's a good guy at heart, I guess.
What Austin really wanted to say about her in the dress was something more like, ‘if your clients bought that, they’d be fighting the men away with a stick as they tried to rip it off’. But you just don’t say those things about your best friend.
Me and my bestie do, and my bestie is a guy.
“I’m in love with everything about you. From your insistent need to talk during every movie, to your cat who wants to kill me, to the fact that your whole life’s mission has been to make others feel beautiful when society does a shit job and tears them down. I am madly in love with you, and if you can forgive me, I want to continue loving you for the rest of my life.”
“There is one thing I know for certain in this world, babe. I am so in love with you, it hurts. When you aren't with me, I feel like a part of me is missing. I don’t want to spend another moment without you in my life. Yeah, you moved into my house, and you’ve made it a home but it’s not enough. I want more. I need more. I need you, Eve, always.” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling with enjoyment. “I need for us to bring home brothers and sisters for Marshmallow, maybe then she’ll stop trying to kill me.” Austin held the ring toward her, the emerald glistening against the snow. “I need to have you
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“Yeah, I’ll show you extreme. If I don’t get a s’more this time, we’re done-zo.” She glared at him, but try as she might, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. How could she not? She was going to marry her best friend. “Sure thing, babe.” Austin sat back on his heels. “Good thing I’ve got everything we need for s’mores in my pack then, huh?” “You said that last time.” Austin burst out into a deep laugh as he shook his head. “I love you.” “Then where’s my s’more?”
