Falling Away

Girls dress for others. Women dress for themselves.

He gave us three irrefutible pieces of advice about the male species: 1. Boys will lie, cheat, and steal to get into your pants. A man will stand the test of time. Make him wait, and you'll see which one he is. 2. They will try to tell you that it feels better without a condom. You just tell me where they live. 3. And relationships are supposed to make your life better. You don't drag each other down. You hold each other up.

The more you suffered, the more you survived. It shaped people in different ways, and what broke one person could empower another.

I guessed we've all built ourselves up through sadness, disappointment, and experience. It just happens at different times and in different ways.

What they don't tell you is that you're more confused at twenty than you were at seventeen

The world has plans for you, baby. Whether you’re ready or not. You can be either a driver or a passenger.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "You called me your girl." I nodded, waggling my eyebrows. "And," I continued, "you'd better believe this little wallflower will cut a bitch with that knife of yours if anyone lays a hand on you.

Bite me, hit me, scream at me. I don't care. I want to feel it. Fucking hurt me, K.C. Let me see you.

Driving a stick is like sex,” he stated. “Every person you’re with is different. They’re like a code that needs to be broken.” He turned and ran his hands up both sides of the steering wheel, slow and smooth. “What parts like to be touched.” His sensual voice started stirring its way through my body. “Licked. Sucked. Bitten.

I love it when you get mouthy,” he whispered down on me. “It makes me want to shut you up.

I’d always told myself that I deserved good things, that I was worthy, but fuck if I ever believed it. You can’t tell yourself anything. Your heart only believes what it feels, and experience is the best teacher.

The watermelon juice spilling over your lip?” he indicated. “Lick it up or I will.

We want a house, a car, a fancy f*cking vacation, and prestige. So what do we do? We go to school and we get jobs we hate to pay for the things we want. We deal with people we don't like and waste years of our lives sitting in stark fluorescent-lit rooms and listening to coworkers who bore us so we can pay for a small amount of precious time to enjoy what makes us happy, to achieve a fraction of our lives just feeling as if it was all worth it. We sacrifice to earn.

Then you have the gas.” He smirked, and his eyes stayed on me as he revved the engine but didn’t go anywhere. “Working the two together, you find the sweet spot. The point where she lets you take control.

Today. Also, use the word motherfucker at some point. You’ll feel a lot better. Trust me.

This kid grew up,” he threatened in a deep voice, grinding his hard-on between my legs. “And you’re gonna fuckin’ find out.” Oh. My. God.

Man, I wanted to unravel you, K.C.,” he whispered, and then looked me straight in the eye. “I wanted inside you so badly.

I closed my burning eyes, and buried my lips in her hair. “I want to terrorize you,” I confessed. “I want to cut you without drawing blood. I want to break you.” I pulled her into me. “And then I want to fuck you.

And relationships are supposed to make your life better. You don’t drag each other down. You hold each other up.

The question is, would you rather keep your secrets or keep her?

Now I wished I tried more and wasn't so afraid to put myself out there. Maybe if I had reached out for new experiences, I'd known what I wanted to do with my life. Now my options felt limited, because I'd held myself back in high school....

I’d always told myself that I deserve good things, that I was worthy, but if I ever believed it. You can’t tell yourself anything. Your heart only believes what it feels, and experience is the best teacher.

Bringing a shaky hand to my mouth, I sucked in air as if it were going out of style.

This kid grew up," he threatened in a deep voice, grinding his hard-on between my legs. "And you're gonna fuckin' find out.

I read once that the best thing that can happen to a woman is to get her heart broken. Before that, she has no real sense of herself. No real sense of pain, because only in love does she know what it’s like to find the one thing that gives her breath and then to lose it. After that she knows she can survive. No matter what relationships come and go, she can count on herself to pull through, and although it hurts, the break is necessary.

1. Boys will lie, cheat, and steal to get into your pants. A man will stand the test of time. Make him wait, and you’ll see which one he is. 2. They will try to tell you that it feels better without a condom. You just tell me where they live. 3. And relationships are supposed to make your life better. You don’t drag each other down. You hold each other

bright smells and sounds of the carnival, and

If you're the tornado, its everything in its way that gets destroyed.

1. Boys will lie, cheat, and steal to get into your pants. A man will stand the test of time. Make him wait, and you’ll see which one he is. 2. They will try to tell you that it feels better without a condom. You just tell me where they live. 3. And relationships are supposed to make your life better. You don’t drag each other down. You hold each other up.