I couldn't imagine being a girl. The bullshit routine they had to go through just to get out the door consumed half of their lives.
Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?
I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.
The only thing I'm afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
The only woman I'd ever wanna marry just broke my heart.