That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He barked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside.
That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He braked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside.
... I've run out of options. Stay with the lying psycho or work for the other lying psycho.
You said cray cray.” “I’d say anything for you.
Everyone steps in shit. They keep walking and it comes off.
Everything I touch dies in my hand and the same thing's happening to you. You were vibrant when I met you, and now I've blanched the color from your cheeks and caused you nothing but pain.
I’m rewarded, uh, I mean punished, with a slap to my backside.
I don't know what to say to fill the silence. I don't know how to fix this. It seems wrong to leave him, but I have to. There's no compromise, no alternative. Things just weren't meant to be, which seems like a pansy-ass thing to say, until it happen...
His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.
You trusted me to do things that terrify you because it's what I needed. I can do the same for you. I can hold you. I can let you in.
Money’s like poison, Anna. Too much of it kills anything that’s worth having. Too much dough makes you paranoid, always wondering who―if anybody―loves you, and who’s just trying to get a piece of you. Truth be told, no one loved your Ma, no...
You're not alone, unless you choose to be." As she left my room, she said over her shoulder, "It's time to stop running.
You're not alone, unless you choose to be." ... "It's time to stop running.
I see it, Jack. Your muse is back. The thing that gave you passion, tormented you, and haunted you is back. You're reeling in ecstasy and dread. It's something you want, but can't ever have. And the one that brings the pain is pure, white as snow... ...
Go fuck a monkey, Ferro. I don't have time for you or your fake sincerity.
You know that's why mermaids swim around topless all the time, right? It's because their boobs are too big and all bras are C shells.
Go fuck a cactus, classless cunt.
I wanted to hate you, but I just couldn't.
Sometimes things don't work out and the reason has nothing to do with you, or how good you are.
Most couples get married because it's time, not because they're in love. They might have money issues, parental pressure, or they're simply tired of being alone—so they pick Mr. Good Enough and tie the knot.
