My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.

Taylor clapped three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night." - "Beauty Queens