Bite Me! - You Know I Like It

With him I didn’t feel like an honorary mention, but like I was the only option. Not because there was no better choice but because I was the best choice.

I want to be the person you come to when things are too much. I want to be the quiet place you go to when everywhere else is too loud and all you have the energy to be is just…you.

Use your heart as a compass. When something feels wrong, listen.

Maybe not everything had to be set in stone. Maybe uncertainty was worth being…uncertain for.

Maybe there was a place in the world for finding love without the millions of questions. Maybe when you found someone that just…fit into all your empty places, it was okay to figure it out as you went along.

Motherfucker, promise me you’ll last at least three minutes or I’m cutting you off.” I threatened my dick angrily where it very clearly pressed against the zipper on my jeans. The clattering in the kitchen stopped. I blinked, glancing over the back of the couch suspiciously. Did vampires have super-hearing? No, right? “Did you just threaten your own dick?

I was like an ogre, layers on layers on layers of trauma no man should ever have to unfold.

You make me want to forget everything I’ve built so I can feel alive again.

God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.

When Richard said the word ‘baby’ somehow it didn’t seem condescending. It was gentle, kind. Baby from Richard meant, ‘It’s okay not to be in charge right now, it’s okay to feel small.’ It meant, ‘It’s okay because I’ve got you.’ It meant, ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ It meant, ‘It’s going to be okay.

Everything about him was made of poetry just waiting to be read.

It wasn’t even her I was upset with. It was the helplessness of the situation. All my life I’d felt like everyone else called the shots. They took and they took and they took and they took until the only pieces left of my self-worth were broken and splintered.

I let her make me believe that there was something fundamentally unlovable about me.

Blair was a hurricane, a storm, a natural disaster. Beautiful and world-shattering, with the power to rewrite the future and repaint the past.

I wanted to erase the parts of me that made me feel like this was my fault.