I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.
All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.
Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.
I have guts, just not when it counts.
What happens in the band room stays in the band room.
Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.