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I’m the guy who fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked. I’m the guy you’ll think about months later when you’re taking it missionary from a finance bro that lasts three minutes and couldn’t make you come even if his trust fund depended on it. I leave a lasting impression, and it’s in the shape of my cock. That’s the one and only promise you’ll get from me.
unfortunately for her, I am, in fact, an asshole, and I am, in fact, leaving.
whatever they said? I’m so much fucking worse.”
Pride’s a funny thing.
As many things as we have in common, there are twice as many things that we are complete opposites about. And I think that’s exactly what makes our friendship work.
I mean, he’s a dick, but still,”
Sure, he’s… attractive. But… he’s also way more of a jerk than he is hot, so it completely cancels out.
Let’s be real, my tolerance for people in general is pretty fucking low. Never been much for small talk.
If I cared what people thought about me, I wouldn’t have time to worry about anything else in my life.
I just like a little touch of violence sometimes. Call it daddy issues, call me depraved or whatever the fuck you want, but it doesn’t make it any less true. At least I’m self-aware.
you know what they say about assuming. Makes an ass out of you…
It’s one of the only things I felt like I had left when my life was falling apart… my hatred. I held on to it like a raft on a sinking ship.
I can deal with hatred. Actually, I prefer it.
“I’d rather be a spoiled rich girl than an asshole with a grudge against the world because of his mommy issues.”
I’m judging the fuck out of a book by its cover.
I would say have a good day, but I really hope you don’t.”
A cage is still a cage, regardless of how brightly the bars gleam.
The road to hell was paved with guys like Chandler. The kind that seem utterly perfect, but beyond that mask, they’re a poison.
“A misstep is forgetting my birthday, not sleeping with my friend.”
No one should feel caged in a life they don’t want.
“I bet you he had a little dick too.” I laugh. “If it’s in comparison to his ego, then yes, absolutely. There’s no way there’s room for both.”
I’ve never questioned the decision to walk away from him because it is and always was the right choice.
“De meo arbitrio” inscribed inside of it in Latin, which means “from my will.”
Fuck the patriarchy and their arbitrary roles that women should play. I’m going to play by my own rules.
the bad boys? They’re the safe bet. They don’t want wives. They don’t care about anything but having fun, no strings attached.”
A warm, wet hole is a warm, wet hole no matter who it belongs to, apparently.
“Fighting is my favorite foreplay, Golden Girl. Just so you know. Keep insulting me. It makes my dick hard.”
I’m more than just a hot body with a big dick. I have feelings too, you know?”
If there’s any good inside me… it’s because of her and only her.
Turns out it’s not the house or the fact that my family’s poor that’s the embarrassing part. It’s the fact that my father is an alcoholic asshole.
I’m too stubborn to die.”
he’s not wearing a helmet because that wouldn’t fit the cliché bad boy image he’s got going on. Danger, living on the edge, might end up splattered on the pavement… oooh, ah.
“Nice? Sunday school clothes are nice. There’s nothing nice about me, remember? I look hot as fuck in this monkey suit.”
“It’s okay to admit it. I won’t tell anyone the bad boy from the slums turns you on.”
“Don’t forget, Golden Girl, that you’re mine to kiss… touch… whatever I want. Even if it’s just for show.”
Life would be so much more freeing if you stopped giving a shit what people thought,
It’s great not having to answer to anyone but yourself. You should try it.”
I have a tendency to push myself to whatever limit there is… mental, physical, emotional… whenever I feel like I’m failing.
“Careful, Golden Girl. You know how much I love when you get an attitude.”
“You can do it, but you have to get out of your head,
Fucked-up recognizes fucked-up.
“There’s only one thing I hate more than people.” My brow lifts in question. “Tiny people.
You’ve always had a thing for strays.”
I’ve wondered time and time again if a heart truly lived beneath his ribs at all. Now I know it’s there, quietly beating, hidden away behind a fortress of impenetrable walls built not to shut the world out but to guard the most vulnerable part of him.
it’s not my business. And I don’t care. I’m aware that one of those is a lie,
Bad boys equal fun. No-strings-attached fun that doesn’t result in having your heart broken. As long as you follow the rule.”
“Do whatever makes you happy, Len. But know this: orgasms make you happy, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that man would make you come.”
I’m past hungry; I’m hangry, and he does not want those problems.
“I was complacent in my own suffering. I’ve spent so long being the dutiful, perfect daughter who always does as she’s told that I didn’t even realize how out of control I’ve been of my own life. I didn’t even realize anything was wrong.”
That’s the cruel thing about awareness. Once it hits, you can never go back to the way it was before. There’s only before and after.
