Dm Me Quotes

Despite the intensity of the moment, I felt no fear, and when I looked down, I knew why. Lisa had grabbed my hand in hers, and locked her eyes on me, stoic, in that moment of terror; eyes filled with neither panic nor worry, but beautiful acquiescence, as a silent apology passed between us. It filled me with love and peace as our friendship flashed before my eyes, and then everything went dark, and silent.

Given what you went through and to be standing here now…I’d say you’re stronger than you even know.” “Why do you have such faith in me?” “I’ve always believed in you. You just have to believe in yourself. If there is something in your mind that you’ve forgotten and need to remember, you’re going to find it.” “What makes you so sure?” “Because you,” he smiled. “Us. We are the light. There is nothing brighter.

If I get a DM that says, “Thanks for following! You can also like me on Facebook!” I literally want to unfollow immediately.

Later she told me that many of her friends are Muslim. I told her the story of that one time I went to Istanbul and hundreds of Turkish men DM’d me pictures of their cats. It was a nice break from the poorly lit dick pics and the demands to “fukx me” sent by douchebags of all nations and faiths.

The world is a shit show, Lloyd. We're neck deep,” she said. “Every one of us is born with a shovel. At the end of your life, you'll be judged by one thing: Did you use your shovel to clean up your little corner of the world? Did you, by existing, make the world less shitty? Me? I'm using my shovel. I've chosen to start digging. I'm going to leave my corner nicer than it was when I found it. Part of that is my job. So, Lloyd. Tell me. Are you going to dig, too?

Actually, Ma, he’s going to drive by slowly enough for me to dive through the open passenger window like Wonder Woman.

It’s very cool.” She waved the letter between them. “It makes me sad that we won’t have anything like this.” “We?” She shook her head, hastily stopping his question. “I meant our generation. Like no one will find their grandmother’s old letters anymore.” “Unless people are printing out their DM’s.” Kira rolled her eyes, but her lips tipped up in amusement, “Right, unless someone out there is printing out their DM’s, in the future no one will just stumble upon a box of old letters. It makes me kinda sad.

The creature's spine was an external body part as hard as horn; and each section from the sides met at a raised point in the middle. 'Please don't turn around and face me' the Adjutant thought to himself.

My father thought it would be cahzken funny to keep this a secret from me.

You. Basement-dwelling fat man. You are one of us. Join me. Bow to your master. Open the gate. The Angels of Divine Eventuality must be freed.

Of Morals How many viewpoints could there be? Surely not more than of him, you, and me. Above myself the halo does fly high, But what about this other guy? I claw my way out and to victory, But right behind me the struggle can see. Must fly or must fall, but neither can have, When quickly enclosed in darkness I am. Shocked and amazed, they try to pull me to safety, But stuck am I for the world to see. A misery's end, enclosed in rules; The gods, they laugh at us, us fools. Our earthly desire our doom entrances, Simply because it our 'living' enhances." - D. M. Shiro (D.M. Shiro)

Holy shit. How did going to the pet store to buy a hamster cage turn into being chased by vampires who wanted to suck the juice out of me like a human Capri Sun?

Imagine my surprise when I saw I had a few DM’s from bitches I didn’t know; I had about three different bitches telling me how they spent time with Tika, some sent pictures as proof, but the one that got me was the picture of Tika smiling down at a newborn baby girl. “Bitch all I’m saying is you’re sometimes boring. We too fine to be worried about some niggas. You had a good one, and you let him go over some shit that happened before yall was married, technically yall was still single.” Red said as we made our way into VIP, the

She’s meant for me. I know it as I know the sun is shining and that each breath I take is another painful moment without her in my life.

have to drill the casing open and replace the entire thing. It’s a huge waste of money if you ask me.” “Do

So you really think movin’ out of here’s gonna be better, huh? Just remember, Iris, no matter how many times you move or how big and fancy your house gets, you’re still stuck with yourself. You got me? You can’t buy your way outta that one, not with all the money in all . . .

the next full moon.” I agreed. He looked at me a long time with those black eyes before

So you really think movin’ out of here’s gonna be better, huh? Just remember, Iris, no matter how many times you move or how big and fancy your house gets, you’re still stuck with yourself. You got me? You can’t buy your way outta that one, not with all the money in all . . .” The old woman’s voice trailed off as the truck pulled away.

I myself shall be elsewhere this evening, visiting with the Lady Madigan, Marchess of the Pike—one of the few folk in this city worth the time—and would have invited you with me . . . But no matter.

—Porque fuiste la mujer con la que me quise casar, a la que le entregué mi maldito corazón y lo masticó hasta escupirlo. Fuiste mi gran amor, mi único amor y no hay leguas de tiempo que lo puedan hacer olvidar. Eras Emma Green, la chica que me hacía reír, que me hacía sentir… ¿Sabes qué tan difícil era y es para mí sentir algo?, ¿algo que haga saltar mi corazón? Es imposible y no ocurre desde que me dejaste plantado en el altar ese día.

Aquí me tienes —dice cuando vuelve a encarcelarme entre sus fornidos brazos—. Respírame Em, exhálame, soy tuyo.

Orphaned at sixteen, I endured a life where my father treated me as if I were invisible, a mistake in his eyes for being gay.

Desperately seeking love in places where it never existed, I often found myself racing to the finish line, even when there was nothing waiting for me at the end.

My accommodating nature left me drained and empty countless times.

It took losing almost everything to realize that the first person I needed to rescue was me.

Alguien que me dé equilibrio, alguien que me haga sentir libre pero protegida. Contenida y relajada.

Esto me enseña que cuando la vida parece acabarse, solamente hay que encontrar un propósito nuevo. Uno que te llene el alma, que te haga sentir completo y realizado otra vez.

With no disrespect, how many of those have you had?" Ferryn glanced at his bottle, surprised to see it was already half empty. "This is my first. I'm fine trust me." Markus eyes him, his face displaying no humor. "They all day that. And you were shot in the liver." Reluctantly, Ferryn corked it and put it back in his drawer. Markus was right; he needed to give his favorite organ a break.

C​G/B​C To play the drums ​F​C/F​G To be picked for teams ​C​C/F​C A safe place to pee ​Em​Am Tall trees to climb ​F​C/E​G A dark blue bike ​C​G​C For her to notice me ​E Don’t braid my hair ​Am Don’t make me wear ​G That bridesmaid’s dress, oh joy ​C​G/B​C That school today ​F​C/E​G Will be easy I pray ​C​G​C Or to just wake up a boy C (Muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles) C Thou shalt learn to wink ​G Thou shalt learn all the knots ​F Thou shalt cuss liberally ​C Thou shalt not trash talk ​G the girls ​​F Thou shalt not let the world make you hard ​​C Thou shalt learn to dance and lead C (Muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles) C Thou shalt acquire scars ​G Thou shalt start a pine cone war ​F Thou shalt practice throwing punches ​C Thou shalt not wear a skort ​G Get dirty ​​F In your pockets thou shalt keep A special rock a pocket knife your grubby mitts ​C And several melodies G Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! F​Dm​G​C Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! (Muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles, muscles) (repeating) C I always have a piece of string G I want to practice French kissing F Don’t cry so much all of the time G I shine my armour every night G Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! F​Dm​G​C Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! C Thou shalt learn to wink G Thou shalt learn all the knots ​F Thou shalt cuss liberally ​C Thou shalt not trash talk ​G the girls ​​F Thou shalt not let the world make you hard make you bad ​​C Thou shalt learn to dance and lead G Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! F​Dm​G​C Just to be a good Tomboy!

No solo me besó, le hizo el amor a mi boca como si no hubiera un mañana

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS My husband, for all the backrubs he gives me, the double-chocolate muffins he bakes, for the kisses, the gentle teasing, the pep talks, and the patience he displays whenever I am stressed, irritated, angry, or grumpy about uncooperative characters and plots. Thank you for listening to my theories about true crime shows and for being a magnificent DM for our D&D group. My brave, funny, fierce daughter, whose persistence and strength in the face of multiple challenges, including spina bifida and clubfoot, inspires me every day, and my sweet, sensitive, story-loving son, who has worked so hard to learn coping strategies for his sensory processing disorder. “Allo” you both with all my heart, babies. Thank you for inspiring me, for keeping me laughing, for asking for so many kisses and hugs every single day, and for having absolutely zero interest in my stories because they don’t feature any trains. D, for helping with my children during a pandemic when no one else is available, and for reading a thousand books to them and “playing Star Wars” with them so enthusiastically. My family, for helping so much with my children and supporting my career’s success however you can. Love you guys. Dani Crabtree, for being the most understanding and flexible editor in existence. If this book has errors, they’re mine. (I like to add extra things after she’s seen the book.) My dear, lovely, generous readers—thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and loving my books. I couldn’t do it without you. The stories only come alive with your imaginations, so with you all to imagine them, our beloved characters would only live in my head. I’m thrilled to share them with you. Thank you for all the notes you write me and the emails you send. Your words make a difference, especially when I’m struggling to remember what I love about this job (usually during a particularly stubborn first draft.) I love you all!

The path to good was always closed to the likes of me, even when I went lookin’ for it.

I don’t know how many remains from the World Trade Center attacks I personally processed. It’s impossible to know. I had 598 DM01 cases officially assigned to me. That makes arithmetic sense: the individual pieces of recovered remains numbered 19,956, and there were 30 medical examiners. Around 600 each. We would try to make sense of it by thinking of the victims as numbers, remains, specimens. A year after the event, the Office of Chief Medical Examiner had issued 2,733 death certificates for the victims of the World Trade Center bombings—1,344 by judicial decree and 1,389 based on identified remains. The count of Members of the Service confirmed dead was 343 firefighters, 23 NYPD officers, and 48 others, most of these Port Authority police. The dead left more than 3,000 orphans. It was the largest mass murder in United States history.

We all know you don’t say no to anyone. Stop telling lies. He didn’t want it because you’re such a slag and now you’re talking shit to get back at him. Don’t DM me again.

But she stopped at the third picture, a gorgeous baking tray of golden buttery-topped tiropetes, with a bowl on the side of bright-colored Greek salad with what appeared to be fresh oregano. It had popped up because she was following #bethesdafood scene. The caption, written by BoozyCrocker, said: BoozyCrocker MUST EAT BUTTER. #TheCookbookClub is now open to new members. Foodies, come join us! Three-drink minimum. No skipping dessert. Meet in Bethesda. DM me. No psychos, no diets. #foodporn #saycheese #cheese #feta #musteatbutter #delicious #whenindoubtaddbutter #bethesdafoodscene

Mel shook her head. “I mean, we could have a ‘whose friends hate them more’ competition, or you could explain to me what a DM is when you’re not sliding into someone’s?

So, he's probably not a serial killer who uses the app to lure his victims." I reared back. Was that what she'd thought? Fuck. That was the absolute last thing I wanted. How did I fix this? I was half tempted to send her a DM explaining myself, but how would that work? "Hey Aly, it's me, the man who broke into your house. I was just watching through the camera I hid in your room, and I wanted to let you know that you are correct. I am not, in fact, a serial killer." Jesus Christ.