Life's not easy for unicorns, you know. We're a dying breed.

Cursed?" I offered, my voice croaky because of my unshed tears. "It isn't cursed." John said deliberately, rearranging the chain around my neck, "if you're wearing it. It's blessed.

Why can't you just get married in Las Vegas like normal Americans?

Why should women have to fit into child sizes in order to be considered desirable? That is both sick and depressing.

Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too

I'm a liar. And I can't stop thinking about boys.

I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.