Hooray! I finally finished making a new book cover. Now I just need to write the book. The cover is the image of a man hanging, so perhaps I’ll write a romance novel.
You can’t write with dry ink. Likewise, using another author’s dried words to make your writing more fluid is not only dishonest, but it’s against everything I stand for as a former lifeguard.
Healthy introspection, without undermining oneself; it is a rare gift to venture into the unexplored depths of the self, without delusions or fictions, but with an uncorrupted gaze.
In one word, to draw the rule from experience, one must generalize; this is a necessity that imposes itself on the most circumspect observer.
Be a lady? Forget it. Ladies don't last a day in the real word. No one's a lady anymore. Why do you think we get our claws polished?
I wish I could line up naked the men I've slept with and just gloat for a hot minute. Beautiful creatures.
At the end of the day, I just want to sit with someone I love and chat about what matters and even what doesn’t.
When we are young, we want to be old and for things to change. When we are old, we want to be young and for things to go back to the way they were.
Having two women—one who can’t know about the other, and one who must be trusted not to destroy his life—is clearly difficult for him.
Perhaps fate brought us together, And the incidents in between made us close, Falling in love was a simple choice, But breaking my heart, that was yours.
Malibu: With sounds of waves crashing, and the ocean at the doorstep, you feel like you are hours away from civilization. And with L.A. traffic, YOU ARE.
Many of the women in Los Angeles are part of the notorious gang culture, and they will forever have my gratitude for, you know, letting me live.
Facebook is that successful guy you’re supposed to want to date, but you can’t keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.
You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.
Your eyes are hallow, Your heart is bruised, Your temple has been raided, Your soul has been shattered, Was he worth it?
It's hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after we've ended a good fight.
When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know.
I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.
If everyone could just live near the ocean, I think we'd all be happier. It's hard to be down about anything knee deep in the sand.
