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I’m still waiting for algebra to help me with my taxes.
Whoever replies ‘K’ to a text message should be chased into the ocean by pigs.
The only thing delicate about me was my panties.
Multiple orgasms: the only thing which, in this day of social media, is designed to make men feel bad and inferior.
She was open and free and didn’t give a fuck what I or anybody else thought about her. For all her bad qualities, this was one of her best.
If you struck a match on my hatred, you’d have a nuclear explosion.
Your vagina has more morals than I thought.”
“You are the most unashamedly honest woman I’ve ever met,”
“I’m a woman. I like sex.
I’m not afraid of my sexuality. I embrace it. Men are celebrated all the time for having lots of sex. Nobody will celebrate me liking a lot of sex, so I celebrate myself. Fuck that. I’m not ashamed of that.”
There’s always a right and wrong time for truth. Even when it’s the right time, chances are, life is gonna fuck you up the ass without lube anyway.
a tornado in a teacup.
She’d reacted based on what she knew, and she just happened to have a fiery, angry streak that, if you were unlucky, could unleash the fires of hell on you if you pissed her off.
She’d been untouchable, just because of how she handled herself.
Not everything in life is worth it. Honesty. Stress. Staying up all night. Answering the phone…
That ass could make lesbians cry.
You’re too wild to have your wings clipped.”
“Do you know something I don’t?” “No! No. I’m like Jon Snow. I know nothing. Nothing, I tell you.”
