You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it.
…well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.
Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?
You messed with the wrong white girl, motherfucker!” Tyler shouted.
It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.
Hi. Cat was just keeping me company until you came back.” He glanced in the direction she’d just disappeared to before returning his attention to me. “Fourteen hundred and thirty-one." I blinked. "What's that?" "The year I was born, which is not, as you'll note, yesterday.