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Oh my fucking god. The game of chicken…suddenly involved a cock.
I learned not to trust anything or anyone that looks too good to be true. Everyone is selling something—and if you’re not selling, you’re buying.
Quinn Rusek was one fine piece of man candy, and I had a sweet tooth for him that wouldn’t quit.
sometimes being with someone from your past is like going home again. No matter how long it’s been, you don’t forget the way.
“What the hell is that? Your Flynn Ryder smolder?” “Who’s Flynn Ryder?” She rolled her eyes. “He’s from Tangled, the Rapunzel movie?” “Sorry. I missed it. So does he get in her pants?” “Not before she hits him over the head with a frying pan.” “Ouch.”
It’s like, when you’re young, you can’t wait to get away from home, and it’s only later that you appreciate what your mom—or dad, or whoever raised you—did for you. Only later that you realize you should have listened closer, that you weren’t done learning from them, that you still have questions about life.”
what we want changes over time, so what makes us happy changes over time.”
All I’d wanted was a little man candy, and he was offering me an entire meal.
That’s what happens when women fall in love, though. They lose themselves. They lose perspective. They lose control over their own happiness.
“You’re right about serious relationships not being all hearts and flowers and orgasms, Jaime. That’s falling in love. Over time, it’s not that anymore. It takes work. It takes trust and sacrifice and faith in something you can’t see. It means sticking the fuck around when you’re scared or tempted or angry. It’s knowing that someone has your back and will be there at the end of your best days and your worst. It’s understanding that you’re part of something bigger than yourself, and fighting for it. I know it’s rare.” I softened my voice. “But that’s what I’m looking for. And life is short.”
“There is no secret. There is no magic, Jaime. No way to tell what the future looks like. The point is that you’re willing to take the chance anyway. You’re willing to say, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I know I want you with me on this journey.”
there is no secret. There is no magic. There is no way to know what the future holds. The point is that you’re willing to take a chance.’”
“It’s a feeling, followed by a choice made in the face of chaos and uncertainty: I don’t know where this road will take me, but I want you by my side on the journey.”
