I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.

Jesus may love you, but i'm his favourite

I’m currently unsupervised It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless

God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand.

I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you in my bed every night. I want you there when I wake up in the morning. I want your clothes strung across my apartment and your scent on my skin.

There comes a moment when you know you just aren't going to do anything esle productive for the rest of the day.-T-Shirt