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“What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?” “To save me all your firsts,” he whispers somewhere between my ear and mouth as his body brushes away from mine.
I take it out and stare at it, amazed. The orange sea glass. He gave me the sea glass even though I never accepted it. Save me all your firsts. I close my eyes and let a fat tear roll down my cheek. He was real.
Question: Who gives their most precious belonging to a girl they don’t know? Answer: This motherfucker right here. Print me an “I’m with stupid” shirt with an arrow pointing straight to my dick.
It was love at first sight Hate at second Lust at third But four is my lucky number So mine your ass shall be
The tiny, cropped, tight black and blue top and miniskirt should be illegal anywhere that’s not a strip club or my bed.
She does. Addy and Harper need me desperately. But they’re not who I want to be with.
“You’re Saturn,” she whispers. “Made of iron-nickel and surrounded by protective rings of ice and rock.”
“Showing you that I might be a punk, but you’re the hideous little monster who is falling for him.”
I wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
There is nothing more poetically inspiring Than loving the right person At the wrong place At the wrong time
“Quite simply: your job, your location, and your word. I don’t want you anywhere near kids or teenagers again, Mr. Prichard, and you’re about to sign on it.”
I want to be your everything Other than one thing Your past
If Via had found an identical letter, she would have destroyed it, too.
And love IS humbling, I know now because I want to punch myself in the face for being the smug bastard who assumed he’d just walk out of this shit unscathed. The tin man didn’t ask for a heart—but got one anyway.
I love you, Daria Followhill, and I think you love me, too. In fact, I think we fell at the same time. You, like rain, in drizzles, over the weeks. Me, like the fucking sky above my head, all at once, crashing without the faintest chance of stopping.
“You were never a drizzle, Penn Scully. When I fell for you, you came beating down, and I felt you everywhere. You were hail.”
Why didn’t you tell me we were in love? Why did you wait for me to find out When you broke my heart?
Loving you is like Listening to a song For the first time And somehow knowing all the lyrics
“Hey, guys, I have a confession, too.” Knight steps forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “My dick is not six inches long. It is actually a full seven and a half inches. When flaccid. It’s really uncomfortable, and my junk gets hit practically anytime anyone goes for my legs on the field. It’s been really hard for me. All puns intended.”
“I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.”
After all, I have a hole in my shirt the size of Penn’s heart.
You’re tearing confessions from my mouth Reactions from my flesh Fights from my fists Blood from my heart With your eyes alone Sometimes I want to break the wall I built between us Let you in And watch you destroy me
Love is a battlefield And I think I fucking died (last entry)
And that’s what good friends and families do. They pick you up and pull you out of the mud of your own mistakes. And when you’re not the best version of yourself? Well, they’re still there, waiting, because we’re all fucking human.
