oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

The last time someone dried my hair for me was in sixth grade, when i broke my arm." "How did you break it?" "I fell out of a tree." "You fell out of a tree?" "I think there was a boy and a dare involved." "Ah.

Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.