Crashed K Bromberg Quotes

Remember, life isn’t about how you survive the storm, but rather how you dance in the rain.” She

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

I want to be your motherfucking checkered flag, Rylee. Your pace car to lead you through tough times, your pit stop when you need a break, your start line, your finish line, your goddamn victory lane.

I can’t be your spark if I can’t feel yours, so don’t you dare burn out on me.

Baby, Heaven doesn't want me yet, and Fuck if Hell can handle me, so you're kinda stuck with me.

I say, never look down on a man unless he’s between your legs.

I love who you are and what you make me. I love that your spark has stopped the blur. That you wanted to race with me. That I don't need the superheroes anymore because I need you instead. Shit, we've already done the for better or worse part and the in sickness and in health, so let's do the Til death do us part too. Make a life with me, Ryles. Start with me. End With Me. Complete Me. Be my one and only first. Be my goddamn victory lane and my fucking checkered flag because god knows I'll be yours if you'll let me. Marry Me, Ry?

Remember, life isn’t about how you survive the storm, but rather how you dance in the rain.

Relationships aren’t easy. They’re hard and can be brutal at times … but those are the times you learn the most about yourself. And when they’re right,” I pause, making sure his eyes are steadfast on mine, “they can be like coming home … finding the rest of your soul …

the only reason to kick a man like him out of bed would be to fuck him on the floor.

I’m the only one that’s allowed to drive you to the motherfucking checkered flag.

Every sinner needs a saint to balance them out,

Never disturb a man when he’s eating at the Y.

I accept you, I tell him. All of you. The broken parts. The bent parts. The ones filled with shame. The cracks where hope seeps through. The little boy cowering in fear and the grown man still suffocating in his shadow. The demons that haunt. Your will to survive. And your spirit that fights. Every single part of you is what I love. What I accept. What I want to help heal.

That lifeline thing goes both ways, you know? Use it. Use him. He won’t break if you do … but you just might if you don’t.

Sometimes hope is the most powerful medicine of all.

Baby, Heaven doesn’t want me yet, and fuck if Hell can handle me, so you’re kinda stuck with me.

Shit, we’ve already done the for better or worse part and the in sickness and health, so let’s do the ’til death do us part too. Make a life with me, Ryles. Start with me. End with me. Complete me. Be my one and only first. Be my goddamn victory lane and my fucking checkered flag because God knows I’ll be yours if you’ll let me. Marry me, Ry?

Get used to being spoiled. Not too much longer now. You know how much I love you because I’m handing over my balls momentarily to type the next song title, but fuck if it’s not true –Halo, Beyonce. Whew. Balls back in place now. And hey, there’s a lot of dressed up women down here, how will I know which one is you?

I want to take my time with you, Rylee. I want to build you up nice and slow and sweet like you need. Push you to crash over that edge. And then I want to fuck you the way I need to. Fast and hard until you’re screaming my name. The way I’ve wanted to since you fell out of that storage closet and into my life.