Crystal Stafford > Crystal's Quotes

“Find whatever love is left in your life and hold on to it tightly. And one day, things will have gotten less gray, less dull.”
― Sierra Simone, Priest

“Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything.”
― Sierra Simone, Priest

“God is bigger than our sins. God wants you as you are—stumbling, sinning, confused.”
― Sierra Simone, Priest

“This place sort of looks like one, I guess? With all the fields and the cows, and your parents still love each other. But even this isn’t perfect.” “No,” says Jamie. “But who ever said happy was perfect?”
― J.E. Birk, Booklover

“This is me going after what I deserve. This is me finally writing my own happy ending.”
― J.E. Birk, Booklover

“I’ve spent a lot of time believing that happy endings don’t exist for me. But I’m finally realizing that I’ve never tried to write my own.”
― J.E. Birk, Booklover

“In my defense, I think the problem comes from spending most of my childhood surrounded by cows. Sometimes I just forget how to people.”
― J.E. Birk, Booklover

“The short dark hair at the base of his dick calls to me. I want to nuzzle it, bury my face in it, and breathe him in. “Go ahead, pretty boy.” Nick pulls his finger from my mouth and I lean forward to inhale him. The smell of skin is so strong here, I want to roll around in it so he’s everywhere.”
― Andi Jaxon, Off Sides

“What’s the deal with Nick?” I look around the gym, but it’s empty except for us. “What are you talking about? There’s no deal.” He looks at me like I’m an idiot and I grit my teeth. This right here is why I don’t want people to know. I don’t want to deal with the intrusive questions and snide remarks. It’s only a few more months until I graduate and I don’t have to deal with this. “You really expect me to believe there isn’t something going on? Really? Do I look like a dumbass to you?” I open my mouth to respond but he holds up his hand. “Don’t answer that.” I snort and a smile starts to turn up one side of my mouth. “Nick and I are friends, kind of. You know how it is during the season, shit is busy and we really don’t have much time for anything besides school and hockey.” I shrug, trying to play it off like it’s not a big deal, but the ache in my stomach is a weight trying to pull me into the core of the earth. “Bullshit.” I stop the treadmill and stare at him. “Excuse me?” “Bull. Shit,” he enunciates. “You mope around the room when you aren’t in here or in class. Everyone else has a social life. Every. One. Else.” He takes a deep breath and watches me for a minute. “So, go shower, get changed, then go away. I’m kicking you out of the room for the day.” “You can’t kick me out of my own room.” I step down and wipe my face on my T-shirt. “Watch me. I’ll get the guys to help me carry your ass out if I have to.” “What the hell am I supposed to do all day?” “I don’t care.”
― Andi Jaxon, Off Sides

“Do I really care what people will think if they see me holding hands with him? No. Yes? I don’t know. I don’t want to care but there’s a part of me that’s scared.”
― Andi Jaxon, Off Sides

“baby.”
― Andi Jaxon, Off Sides