Sweet Ache

Because falling in love is like the rain. You can’t always predict it and when you do it might never appear, but you can always see the signs of it before it falls.

Well, sometimes, right in the middle of everyday life, love gives you a fairy tale when you least expect it.

Something tells me that Hawkin screws like his voice sounds, seductive, a little rough, a lot thorough, and with a lot of tongue. A girl can’t go wrong when there’s a lot of tongue involved.

women are like alcohol. They smell great, they taste delicious, and right or wrong, they kill you slowly, one way or another.

I’ve kissed a lot of men. But never have I been so lost in a kiss that when I closed my eyes I saw tomorrows and ever-afters.

This is the next lyric of my life’s song. You’re the bridge, the chorus, the final chord. This heart,” he says, eyes softening and smile widening, “brought you to me. Was the catalyst that forced me to see so many things I probably otherwise wouldn’t have. This heart represents you, represents me, and is my promise to you that I’m going to make it count.

Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, only truly grieve behind closed doors, and fight battles that nobody knows about.

C’mon, you know you want to be the star to my burst.

Hurting is feeling, and feeling is living, and isn’t it good to be alive?

Every woman is beautiful in some way or another, it just takes the right man to see it in them.

Don’t act like you wouldn’t see how many licks it takes to get to the center of his Tootsie Pop.

the saddest thing about betrayal is that it rarely comes from the people you’re expecting it from, your enemies. It comes more often than not from the ones that care about you. Or in my case the one I thought cared about me.

when all is said and done, we regret only the chances we didn’t take, not the ones we did and failed at.

The writing is definitely on the wall and no matter how pretty the ink looks, it will still bleed through and stain the layers beneath permanently.

Lips like an angel, body made for sin, and feisty enough to rival the devil’s fire?

Because falling in love is like rain. You can't always predict it and when you do it might never appear, but you can always see the signs of it before it falls.

I’ll be right back. I have a surprise for you,” he murmurs against my groan.

trust is kind of like a piece of paper. Once you wad it up, tear it, mark it . . . sure you can fix it, flatten it out, tape it together, do what-the-fuck-ever to it, but it will never be perfect again. . . . So the question you need to ask yourself is can you live with the marks on the paper? Can you move forward knowing it’s imperfect from here on out?

When you stop chasing all the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.

Shit, you name it, they’re performing. The D-Bags, Bending Cupid, the Mighty Storm, Black Falcon, and my fav band

Well, everyone’s version of which way is up is different so don’t try to figure that out just yet. Who cares if you’re sideways for a bit? That’s allowed, Hawke, and perfectly understandable.

Every person has two sides, the side they let everyone believe and the side they let few see.

falling in love is like the rain. You can’t always predict it and when you do it might never appear, but you can always see the signs of it before it falls.

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