Tyed

What the hell is he, anyway? Latino? Asian? Mixed Caucasian? He looks like he’s been photoshopped by a bunch of horny teenagers.

It looks like Brain and Hormones are in for a fight. Just as long as Heart stays out of the ring.

Step Away, Coffee. This Is A Job For Alcohol.

At the moment, my biggest plan for the future consists of a take-out pizza and re-watching the first six seasons of Sons of Anarchy. I’m nurturing a monogamous, not-at-all disturbing relationship with Charlie Hunnam's work right now.

I won't hit you, but I'll hurt you'.

No, I took you out on a date because I want to fuck your brains out, among other things, and I know that the feeling is mutual. Unlike your buddy Shane, I don’t sugarcoat my intentions. I don’t want to be your friend. I have no interest in hanging out with you at the mall or choosing outfits with you or crap like that. I crave you. I want all of you, every single inch of you. And call it an only-child syndrome, but I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. SHARE.

This place is crazy, B. You’ll develop testicles just by breathing the air here.

I Hate Being Bipolar. It’s Awesome!

If it ain't worth cheating on, it ain't worth winning." Yes.

Nope, she would not be weeping with joy. But she would be weeping, alright.

Yeah, it's a souvenir from my very first XWL win. Vicious headlock, but I managed. The fighter ears definitely bring down my stock. It’s a bitch, for sure. I constantly have to drain fluid from them with a syringe.” “That’s disgusting, Tyler.” This, from my nana, who has a green, double-headed dildo on her nightstand. My mom still thinks it’s a decorative cactus.

is. I'm not sure where the Arts part fits in Mixed Martial Arts.

Sit down,” Ty orders calmly. “Take me home.” “You’re mad because I told you I sleep with other girls?” He is mumbling to himself, almost as if it’s the first time he’s met a girl who isn’t okay with this. “Wow. You worked that out quickly. Are you sure you want to stay in the XWL and deprive the world of science of your incredible brain?

John Lennon quote. When his school teacher once asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he said happy, and she said that he didn't understand the question, and he answered that she didn't understand life.

I’m a (kind of) strong, (semi) independent woman, and I can. Handle. Ty. Wilder.

This shit would make a hyperactive kid snore his way through Halloween.

Jesse is not as charismatic as Ty, but they both fall under the category of people who can tell you to do just about anything, including rimming a dead donkey, and you’d do it.

The university is located between San Francisco, Oakland and my internal wish to kill myself.

I want to yell at him to stop. He’s driving in the Friend Zone. He cannot switch lanes to Boyfriend. That’s an illegal turn. Two double yellow lines.

The guy I want is perfectly imperfect, and I'm completely fine with it.

I’m living, but I'm not alive.

Apparently, after the excruciating pain, comes the numb. I’m at my numb phase. I'm heart-crushingly numb.

Women like men who play hockey, football, basketball and golf (okay, scratch golf). Women love men who know how to fight.