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I’m so glad I put a hot, naked guy on my Christmas wish list. I just didn’t think Santa would actually deliver one.

I’m sorry,” he said in a soft voice while leaning closer to her, “for taking liberties earlier. I hope I didn’t offend you.” “You kissed me,” she answered, equally quietly, then laughed out loud. “I was a little shocked at first, perhaps, but I’m over it.” “Over it?” His heart sank. Not the reaction he’d hoped. Perhaps he was out of practice. “I rather enjoyed it, if you must know. It has been a long time since I’ve had such a kiss. Nothing like a bold and lingering kiss. How I’ve missed it. Ah, now you look shocked. Good. I’ve had my revenge.

I'm the G when you spell OG

I'm sure there's drama in their past that I know nothing about, but when someone like Juliet- colorful, beautiful, determined Juliet- begs you to love her, how do you say no?

I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.

I’m the forest fire, and you’re standing there with a glass of water saying you can put me out. But you can’t!” He arched his brows. “Considering that I’ve spent the better part of the last fourteen hours proving that I can, in fact, light your fire and put it out over and over again, I’m vaguely insulted by that remark.

I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do," I breathed, trying hard to pretend I wasn't fazed by what just happened. "You weren't listening to me." He stared at me with intensity for several seconds. "That's an interesting way to get my attention.

I'm sorry!" Piggy cried, knowing for certain now that he could never return. That he had a promise to keep in the freezing current below. And swerving away from his advancing father, from his mother, from Charlie Volchek too, all of whose cries he imagined he heard carried on the wind, he shouted to Sam to wait for him, that he was coming. Then, in one soaring swoop, he flew out after her through empty space and thought with blinding clarity as he fell: So this is what love comes to.

I’m starved for her, all the time, even now—I want every part of her, to devour her, to inhale her, but I also want her slowly.

I’m starving to learn more about her. A new hunger that I know only she could satisfy.

I'm still not totally sure I know what's true about me.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.

I'm sorry. I just meant that all this is new to me. I get lost sometimes." I give her my most honest expression.

I'm still trying to decide how I feel about the fact that you knew about this before I did." "Don't be disappointed," Jack said. "The fact that I've been ridiculously proud of you for days doesn't change how excited you should be about this. Besides, I pretty much know everything. You should probably just start getting used to it." "And on that note, I'm hanging up," Cameron said. "Rushing me off so you can call Collin next?" Jack teased. "No" she said emphatically. Damn, he really did know everything.

I'm supposed to stay calm? Seriously?" I nodded. She shook her head. "Cow shit might be more helpful than that advice.

I’m tickling a traced pattern over her bare hip. She’s pretending to sleep. Her smile is an idiot. A bad secret keeper.

I must have seen the separation coming for weeks, but simply chose not to acknowledge it. However, there was no indifference. Just pure, fraught alienation. My idea is to live virtually unafraid. We're never told of forces equally unabashed. It's a concoction for thrills, sure, but it's also a formula for heartbreak. The kind of heartbreak that congeals around the flesh; slows a person down to the freezing point, and cheats them of the most significant civilities left in this world.

I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.

I’m well aware that this—that I—am the first man to ever do this to her. And yes, as a guy, that fact makes it even better. You know who Neil Armstrong is, don’t you? Now tell me who the second guy was. Hell, tell me any other guy you know who made it to the moon after him. You can’t, can you? That’s why this is such a rush. She’ll never forget this. She’ll always remember…me. Maybe that’s chauvinistic and egotistical, but it’s the truth. -Drew Evans

I’m wondering how long I have to deal with this bullshit before I can brief my troops. Oh, and I gotta feed my goldfish. Let’s get this straight, Blondie—” “Blondie?” “That’s an insult, not a pet name.

I’m working on my application for knighthood. But if you want something less chivalrous and more carnal, let me know.

I'm trying to be a better man, Liz. Are you watching?

I'm trying to be good here, Karlie. But you're making it damn hard to resist.

I'm trying to go viral, but so far I'm just a sniffle

I’m twenty-four, a first grade teacher, have a Yorkie named Pedro, a goldfish named Fish, have never had sex, or a serious boyfriend, and I’m the town lesbian who pukes when she sees a pussy. Nothing really to be jealous of at all.

I’m waiting with baited breath to hear that silver tongue of yours.

In 812 days I will hold you to your promise to be mine. In most cases you are the stubborn one, but on this I refuse to negotiate, for nothing is more vital to my survival, you must understand. And when I say over and over how I want you to be mine, it is only because I am already completely yours.

i'm your enemy, meghan. never forget that. if Mab tells me to kill you in front of the entire court, it's my duty to obey.

In addition to my new outlook on life, in some absurdly simple way, Anissa gave me several new reasons to live. Above all, I had to see her again and find out what, if anything, would happen between her and me.

I'm yours, Savoie. I always have been. Take me, claim me. Know again in your heart and mind that we're one in all things.

In all innocence I plead guilty for loving you by accident.

I'm sorry, I really did want to talk to you." His free hand went to her face and cupped her cheek. Something tightened pleasantly in her belly. "Just talk?" she breathed. He nodded, but used their clasped hands to pull her closer to him. She raised her head and met his eyes, a storm of blue and green. She smirked. "That's a shame.

In a land that knew only dark beauty, she was something of a hybrid no one dared touch. But the tall Arab did not appear in the least daunted by her abnormality. No, she saw his eyes. He was not daunted in the least.

In a family, no matter how dysfunctional she is, when one member loses, when one becomes smaller, all lose, all end up becoming smaller.

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney. I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

In a jaded world, it takes a certain type of person to remain a romantic - someone with resolute faith in goodness.

In an instant, five harlequin-like clowns emerged and began to perform all kinds of acrobatic tricks, encircling us––correction...corralling us. They were graceful but a little creepy too. They were wearing black and white costumes that were form fitting and appeared to move like some psychedelic drug trip when they flipped around. That of course was odd, but not nearly as odd as the chant they were singing as they continued to perform their tricks. See us dance. Watch us flip. Care to take a chance? We’ll only need a sip. Come to see our mistress? Or come to see our master? She can be quite viscous. But he is a disaster. We love them both, and we’ll let you choose. Either way, we wouldn’t want to be in your shoes.

In any situation, listen and follow the first instinct, the sacred inner voice.

In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved

In another minute or two, those men would have tossed your skirts in that alley right there... if you were wearing skirts!” You should be thanking me for saving your sorry hide! By my calculations, that’s twice in one day.

In a society where physicality takes preference over the content of the psyche, relationships can only be pleasurable for merely a few years, or alas, months. And that’s why the countless “I do”s of the world have become merely a matter of valueless words of over-glorified principles, without the foundation of purity and awareness to begin with. Hence, before anyone could foresee and comprehend, the “I do”s become “I do not”s. So, be aware of the outside, but focus on the inside. And here I am not condemning physical attraction, rather I am saying be aware of the outside, but be more watchful of the inside than the outside.

In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.

In a single moment, he kickstarted my heart and destroyed my world with a single kiss.

In dealing with others, man is inherently a slave to his preconceptions, to the stereotypes he became familiar with that made life easier for him to comprehend.

In dealing with us, God always starts with our motives. What do you want for the people? What does God wants for his people? What do you want Him to do for you; that's is a starting place.

Indescribable. Raunchy and Unforgettable. — Margaret Smith

I need a bath." Wanted to give her his absolute best, and be her best. He stood to unsteady legs and pulled her to her feet. She pouted, saying, "But why? I like you dirty. Filthy, even." How had he ever resisted her?

indelible waiting l'art poetique "..I will wait for the night to chase me..." I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house

In Dominion they have a saying about the Lasters. Those who can, Splice. Everyone else comes in Last.

Indeed, wounded loved can make for fierce vengeance. And, from what I know of Anissa, it does seem a bit out of character for her to behave so spitefully, so I'd like to think that she really is just deeply hurt, angry and looking for some way to injure me back...I hope she knows how well she's succeeded.