Gl Quotes

To pause one’s life for another was a profound gesture of caring. What greater gift can one give another person but time?

Every obstacle in life will fade away once success becomes the only goal allowed to enter your mind

I'm afraid of being loved. Because "I love you this way" means the same thing as "I won't love you anymore if you stop being this way", doesn't it?

Other people are only as powerful as you allow them to be in your world. Shrink the thoughts you give them, and you will literally shrink their role in your life.

The true asset before any human being on this planet are... Enthusiasm & Will... with these everything comes from nothingness & devoid of them everything perishes to nothingness... http://goo.gl/B8LdxS

I have a library card. I use it.

You’re not writing your own story, you’re living with the disappointment of failing someone else’s outline.

Please don’t act all shy now. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. Tell me something…” I trailed off, hoping for the best. “I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling. I’m just…thinking and feeling.

the thing no one wants to talk about is that the normal American woman is extremely weak when placed in closed quarters with a man she likes.

What the Motorcycle Said Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackerty-am-m, OM, AM: All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter- Am, the world’s my oyster. I hate plastic, wear it black and slick, hate hardhats, wear one on my head, That’s what the motorcycle said. Passed phonies in Fords, knockede down billboards, landed On the other side of The Gap, and Whee, bypassed history. When I was born (The Past), baby knew best. They shook when I bawled, took Freud’s path, threw away their wrath. R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme, soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet are sh*t, and like that. Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love, hate middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad, that’s what the motorcycle said. Br-r-r-am-m-m. It’s Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies, Straighties, Honkies. I’ll never be mean, tired, or unsexy. Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers, losers, went back to Nature and found how to get VD, stoned. Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, “I rolled our leaves of grass into one ball. I am the grassy All.” Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am: All-gr-r-rin, oooohgah, gl-l-utton- Am, the world’s my smilebutton.

One conquers the world, the other complains.

Humans were so very good at fucking, so desperate to engage in it, and yet so uncomfortable talking about it.

If you recognize that the person you love deserves your love, will your soul to suffer some.” Carlo Goldoni – The Lovers

Ling offered him the last slice of melon. “Sorry. I ate everything. I’m starving. I could eat a horse. And I love horses. Beautiful creatures. But I’d eat one whole. Raw.” “I’d settle for eggs and bacon,” Gabriel said.

Faith is trust, hope and belief in the goodness, trustworthiness or reliability of a person, concept or entity. This means looking past the reality of your current situation and seeing what you want. It also means when a friend asks you to trust, you do the same. Look past the veil of reality and have faith that what you want is there, only as far away as you want it to be xxx

We, the weird and the sideways folk, have always walked the line of rejection. It’s what makes us visionaries. We who are pushed away, to the edge, can see beyond the borders of reality. We frighten the privileged with our possibilities.

We, the weird and the sideways folk, have always walked the line of rejection. It’s what makes us visionaries. We who are pushed away, to the edge, can see beyond the borders of reality. We frighten the privileged with our possibilities.” Bryan

La morte (o la sua allusione) rende preziosi e patetici gli uomini. Questi si commuovono per la loro condizione di fantasmi; ogni atto che compiono può esser l'ultimo; non c'è volto che non sia sul punto di cancellarsi come il volto d'un sogno. Tutto, tra i mortali, ha il valore dell'irrecuperabile e del casuale. Tra gl'Immortali, invece, ogni atto (e ogni pensiero) è l'eco d'altri che nel passato lo precedettero, senza principio visibile, o il fedele presagio di altri che nel futuro lo ripeteranno fino alla vertigine. Non c'è cosa che non sia come perduta tra infaticabili specchi. Nulla può accadere una sola volta, nulla è preziosamente precario. Ciò ch'è elegiaco, grave, rituale, non vale per gli Immortali.

I’m just happy we’re cool. I just want to go back to being the type of friends who have fun. Give each other rides. Bury dead bodies together. Be each other’s alibis.

I’d rather wake up to a blanket full of spiders than for my new roomie to catch me with an accidental hard-on.

Just be who you truly are Gabriel, And give it time.

He pulled his mouth from mine, and it confused me. Hell, looking into his eyes now baffled me. “Greene, you’re gonna make me ruin you.” “So ruin me.

Sometimes it's better to deal with the pain of the inevitable, than with the hope of the impossible.

Communication asked for was the nicest thing one creature could do for another. The need to understand was a joy and a gift.

Even when 'bad' happens it is actually good because it advances you to either think differently or move differently

What you feel inside, you will project outside

AND i WAS FED UP WitH NOt HAViNG (PiNK POlKA DOT) FUllY FASHiONED GlAMOUR StOlKiNGS!

http://goo.gl/Zy2or

Chiamo ricca la gente ch'è in grado di realizzare gl'impulsi della propria immaginazione.

Il Poeta è simile al principe dei nembi, che vive tra le tempeste e si ride dell'arciere; esiliato sulla terra fra grida di scherno, le ali di gigante gl'impediscono di camminare.

Il mare è in effetti quel barbarico stato di indistinzione e disordine da cui è emersa la civiltà e nel quale è sempre possibile che essa ricada, ove non venga salvata dagli sforzi degli dèi e degli uomini. (Gl'irati flutti)

If you think that you are the only one who is right then please consult someone; If you believe that you are right then dont't seek self approval... before that learn to discriminate between a thought and a belief... http://goo.gl/B8LdxS

Real Discipline: Wanting something, understanding why you want it, and then making a conscious and unwavering decision to abstain because you don’t need it. Fake Discipline: Wanting something, not fully understanding why you want it so bad, and trying to hold out using willpower to fight the must have feeling.

Marvin cocked his golden head thoughtfully. “So, how deep in the closet are you?” Alec gave him an expressive look. “Honey, I shit mothballs.

backseat of Kip’s car after this one time he sat in something he’d rather not admit to. It

but I’d only had sex once my entire life. And it’d been great. All five minutes of it.

That dress does not fit you.” Margaret laughed and tried to zip the dress up again, swearing when the zipper broke.

I meditate daily for a total of three hours,

A sniffle left her nose. She was crying.

orange Cisco,

The guy had a load of piercings, including an eye-grabbing one on his lower left lip. Not that I was looking, but if I were? I’d say it brought a lot of attention to his mouth.

She was too busy ruining my life with her sorting of clothes and neatly stacked porn stashes… Wait, were those MY neatly stacked porn stashes?

I was down on the floor in a pile of DVDs and mixtapes, faced with 135 pounds (or was it 145?) of angry mom. She pressed hard on my chest with her foot,

All day.

him that you are his equal, as well as his superior in some respects, proves that you are not the average girl.

And that was the funny thing about being in love and having common sense. When you were in love … Nothing else made sense.

I wanted a partner; I wanted it to be sweet. But sometimes the need couldn’t wait. Sometimes the need made me a monster.  

We teased each other all the time, so we were harmless, but I never missed the chance to tell her that her man was lucky.

Yelling again, he continued to pull back on the reigns while almost standing on the brake handle.

because dick will never be as powerful as pussy.

He'd never had anyone come apart beneath him like that -- it was so beautiful.

I don't have something you don't; you believe something I don't

Other people only notice what you first notice

For those who don’t remember their history, are doomed to repeat it.

A species that had no word for murder had a murderer aboard their ship.

I wanted to eat them like poetry. I wanted to bite women and spit fire.

I loved women the way I loved books. Ravenously, as fast and as many as I could lay my hands on. Reading indiscriminately in every genre and savoring my favorites again. Slowly.

I loved women the way I loved books. Ravenously, as fast and as many as I could lay my hands on. Reading indiscriminately in every genre and savoring my favorites to read again. Slowly,

Mister Montiguous was a diminutive furry creature who happened to miraculously weigh the same as a small asteroid when standing on one's chest. Tris thought dark matter might be involved.

The majority of people in this world are quitters. Excuse making, finger pointing, tired minds, who just want to skip ahead because they don't have the fucking guts to push through adversity.

That’s crazy,” Gabriel said. “We must be seventy million years in the past.” “Nearly a hundred and twenty-five million,” Ohin said. “It seems far, but time is really interrelational. Every moment is just as far from every other. “Right,” Gabriel said. “Of course. That makes perfect sense.” Sema was right. He was at a breaking point. And he broke right past it. His eyes rolled up in his head and he passed out, falling back into the mattress of the bed.

A horror story. Patient GL, whose genetic make-up appears to be 50 per cent goji berry recipes and 50 per cent Mumsnet posts, has announced she wants to eat her placenta. The midwife and I both pretend not to hear this – firstly because we don’t know what the hospital protocol is, and secondly because it’s completely revolting. GL calls it ‘placentophagia’ to make it sound more official, which doesn’t particularly wash; you can make anything sound official by translating it into the ancient Greek.*

Nel momento in cui l'anima è ancora tanto giovane da concepire la melanconia, le speranze lontane, e sa trovare nella donna più che una donna, la maggiore felicità che possa capitare ad un uomo non è forse quella di amare tanto da provare più gioia a toccare un guanto bianco, a sfiorare una chioma, ad ascoltare una frase, a gettare uno sguardo, di quando di quanta non ne dia a un amante felice più completo possesso? Perciò, gl'innamorati respinti, le donne brutte, gl'infelici, gli amanti ignorati, i timidi, sono i soli a conoscere quali tesori racchiuda la voce della persona amata. Traendo la fonte e il principio dall'anima stessa, le vibrazioni dell'aria carica di fuoco fanno comunicare i cuori così violentemente, vi portano così lucidamente il pensiero, e sanno così poco mentire, che una sola inflessione vale spesso più di un discorso concluso. Quale incanto prodiga al cuore di un poeta di timbro armonioso in una dolce voce! Quante idee vi risveglia! Quale freschezza vi spande! Prima di essere confessato dallo sguardo, l'amore è già nella voce.

Women are taught to sacrifice, to play nice, to live an altruistic life because a good girl is always rewarded in the end. This is not a virtue; it is propaganda. Submission gets you a ticket to future prosperity that will never manifest. By the time you realize the ticket to success and happiness you have been sold isn’t worth the paper it was printed on, it will be too late. Go on, spend a quarter of your life, even half of your life, in the service of others and you will realize you were hustled. You do not manifest your destiny by placing others first! A kingdom built on your back doesn’t become your kingdom, it becomes your folly. History does not remember the slaves of Egypt that built the pyramids, they remember the Pharaohs that wielded the power over those laborers. Yet here you are, content with being a worker bee, motivated by some sales pitch that inspires you to work harder for some master than you work for yourself, with this loose promise that one day you will share in his wealth. Altruism is your sin. Selfishness is your savior. Ruthless aggression and self-preservation are not evil. Why aren’t females taught these things? Instead of putting themselves first, women are told to be considerate and selfless. From birth, they have been beaten in the head with this notion of “Don’t be selfish!” Fuck that. Your mother may have told you to wait your turn like a good girl, but I’m saying cut in front of that other bitch. Club Success is about to hit capacity, and you don’t want to be the odd woman out. Where are the powerful women? Those who refuse to play by those rules and want more out of life than what a man allows her to have? I created a category for such women and labeled them Spartans. Much like the Greek warriors who fought against all odds, these women refuse to surrender and curtsy before the status quo. Being

Ever feel like you have something to say, something you really want to say, but you just cant find the words, you search and search for a way to get what you have to say thru but it doesnt work.... you talk to god and you feel like he listens, but he cant talk back.....

I believed in clemency, once," Captain Noble said, at last, "A long time ago, before I learned that the world is a hard place, and those who cannot bear what befalls them, no matter how ill, will be crushed in favor of those who will. There is no clemency, Ellis, only survival.

He will tell the galoi my story. My life away from them. And they will know what I have learned of sock shopping and noodle eating and cat keeping. And they will wonder at the differences in our universe. And because of you, they will see that there can be human somates, and human love and purple penises, and they will maybe talk a little more to humans. They will maybe open up their ships to visitors. And they will maybe consult your doctors for the secrets of human fertility. And they will maybe change. Because that is what zyga is for, in the end. Possibility.

Elle and Olav had invited him into their bed. He’d declined, of course. Olav was hot, but Tris was not attracted to females, and it was bad form to participate in a sexual encounter with two when he was only interested in one. Everyone knew that. He thought this was likely a universal truth.

I can be your quintessential good guy princess. I'll treat you right; I'll be there for you whenever you need me, even when you think you don't... but don't for one second let that fool you. I'm gonna own you Lena, body, mind, heart and soul. You'll be mine, totally, completely and irrefutably mine.

So,like,what if she wakes up one night with an uncontrollable need to hook up with me?" When my mom had wiped the tears from her eyes and caught her breath from laughing,she patted my face the way you pet an animal that you might find pathetic but in a cute kind of way. "Sterling,honey?I'm almost positive you won't have that problem.

Before you go expecting men to treat you like Ivanka Trump, get your life in order. If you want more out of the men that approach you, first demand more out of yourself. Investing in education leads to more money, working out leads to a healthy body, and dealing with your emotional baggage leads to a happier you. All of those things contribute to high self-esteem, and you will never reach your potential without a full tank of that.

When other birds are still, the screech owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient u-lu-lu. Their dismal scream is truly Ben Jonsonian.( Wise midnight hags! It is no honest and blunt tu-whit tu-who of the poets, but, without jesting, a most solemn graveyard ditty, the mutual consolations of suicide lovers remembering the pangs and the delights of supernal love in the infernal groves. Yet I love to hear their wailing, their doleful responses, trilled along the woodside; reminding me sometimes of music and singing birds; as if it were the dark and tearful side of music, the regrets and sighs that would fain be sung. They are the spirits, the low spirits and melancholy forebodings, of fallen souls that once in human shape night-walked the earth and did the deeds of darkness, now expiating their sins with their wailing hymns or threnodies in the scenery of their transgressions. They give me a new sense of the variety and capacity of that nature which is our common dwelling. Oh-o-o-o-o that I never had been bor-r-r-r-n! sighs one on this side of the pond, and circles with the restlessness of despair to some new perch on the gray oaks. Then — that I never had been bor-r-r-r-n! echoes another on the farther side with tremulous sincerity, and — bor-r-r-r-n! comes faintly from far in the Lincoln woods. I was also serenaded by a hooting owl. Near at hand you could fancy it the most melancholy sound in Nature, as if she meant by this to stereotype and make permanent in her choir the dying moans of a human being — some poor weak relic of mortality who has left hope behind, and howls like an animal, yet with human sobs, on entering the dark valley, made more awful by a certain gurgling melodiousness — I find myself beginning with the letters gl when I try to imitate it — expressive of a mind which has reached the gelatinous, mildewy stage in the mortification of all healthy and courageous thought. It reminded me of ghouls and idiots and insane howlings. But now one answers from far woods in a strain made really melodious by distance — Hoo hoo hoo, hoorer hoo; and indeed for the most part it suggested only pleasing associations, whether heard by day or night, summer or winter. I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized. They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. All day the sun has shone on the surface of some savage swamp, where the double spruce stands hung with usnea lichens, and small hawks circulate above, and the chickadee lisps amid the evergreens, and the partridge and rabbit skulk beneath; but now a more dismal and fitting day dawns, and a different race of creatures awakes to express the meaning of Nature there.

R.G.: The more people think that they are realizing the Utopias dreamed up by their desire – in other words, the more they embrace ideologies of liberation – the more they will in fact be working to reinforce the competitive world that is stifling them. But they do not realize their mistake; and continue to systematically confuse the type of external obstacle represented by the prohibition and the internal obstacle formed by the mimetic partner... At the very moment the last prohibitions are being forgotten, there are still a number of intellectuals who continue to refer to them as if they were more and more crippling... G.L.: You are going to get yourself branded as a dreadful reactionary again. R.G.: That would not be at all fair. I do find it absurd that people should greet with a fanfare the liberation of a desire that is not being constrained by anyone. But I find it even more absurd to hear people calling for a return to constraints, which is impossible. From the moment cultural forms begin to dissolve, any attempt to reconstitute them artificially can only result in the most appalling tyranny.

Just as calories differ according to how they affect the body, so too do carbohydrates. All carbohydrates break down into sugar, but the rate at which this occurs in the digestive tract varies tremendously from food to food. This difference forms the basis for the glycemic index (GI). The GI ranks carbohydrate-containing foods according to how they affect blood glucose, from 0 (no affect at all) to 100 (equal to glucose). Gram for gram, most starchy foods raise blood glucose to very high levels and therefore have high GI values. In fact, highly processed grain products – like white bread, white rice, and prepared breakfast cereals – and the modern white potato digest so quickly that their GI ratings are even greater than table sugar (sucrose). So for breakfast, you could have a bowl of cornflakes with no added sugar, or a bowl of sugar with no added cornflakes. They would taste different but, below the neck, act more or less the same. A related concept is the glycemic load (GL), which accounts for the different carbohydrate content of foods typically consumed. Watermelon has a high GI, but relatively little carbohydrate in a standard serving, producing a moderate GL. In contrast, white potato has a high GI and lots of carbohydrate in a serving, producing a high GL. If this sounds a bit complicated, think of GI as describing how foods rank in a laboratory setting, whereas GL as applying more directly to a real-life setting. Research has shown that the GL reliably predicts, to within about 90 percent, how blood glucose will change after an actual meal – much better than simply counting carbohydrates as people with diabetes have been taught to do.

L’azione della Chiesa cattolica, guardata nella storia, o si attua anch’essa ai fini della civiltà, del sapere, del costume, dell’ordinamento politico e sociale, della vita mondana, del progresso umano, come si vide spiccatamentenella sua grande epoca, quando serbò gran parte del retaggio del mondo antico e difese i diritti della coscienzae della libertà e della vita spirituale contro genti barbariche e contro le prepotenze materialistiche di imperatori edi re; ovvero, perduto quest’ufficio o perduta l’egemonia che in esso esercitava e soverchiata dalla civiltà che essa stessa aveva concorso a generare, si restringe a tutrice di forme invecchiate e morte, d’incultura, d’ignoranza, di superstizione, di oppressione spirituale, e si fa a sua volta, dal più al meno, materialistica. La storia, che è storia della libertà, si comprova più forte di quella sua dottrina o di quel programma, e lo sconfigge e lo sforza a contradirsi nel campo dei fatti. Il Rinascimento, che non fu un’impossibile ripristinazione dell’antichità precristiana, e la Riforma, che del pari non fu quella, non meno impossibile, del cristianesimo primitivo, ma l’uno e l’altra avviamento alla concezione moderna della realtà e della idealità, segnano la decadenza interiore del cattolicesimo in quanto potenza spirituale; e questa decadenza non diè luogo a rigenerazione e non fu arrestata, ma, anzi, resa irrimediabile dalla reazione della Controriforma, quando venne salvato il corpo e non l’anima della vecchia Chiesa, il suo dominio mondano e non quello sugl’intelletti,e si compié opera politica ma non religiosa. La scienza, che col porglisi a fianco sostenitrice e cooperatrice dimostra la superiorità di un determinato ideale morale e politico, disertò la Chiesa cattolica; e tutti gl’ingegni originali e creatori, filosofi, naturalisti, storici, letterati,pubblicisti, passarono o furono costretti a passare o furono accolti ed ebbero seguaci nel campo avverso.

There are certain unwritten rules in high school. High on the list, close to the top, is one that says. ‘Thou shalt not have sex with your best friend’s girl’. - A simple rule, understood by all. - Danny Carrs totally ignored it. Another rule even higher on the list says: ‘Thou shalt not beat the crap out of the star quarterback two days before the play-off game.’ I sort of ignored that one. I figured it made us even. Needless to say, the jerks at school didn’t see it my way.

Seeing people doing things that you cannot do should not make you jealous of them; ask for their assistance and become like them.

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«Ma se nessuno di voi fa circolare la notizia che Voldemort è tornato...» cominciò Harry. «Chi ha detto che nessuno di noi fa circolare la notizia?» disse Sirius. «Perché credi che Silente sia così nei guai?» «Che cosa intendi dire?» chiese Harry. «Stanno cercando di screditarlo» rispose Lupin. «Non hai letto La Gazzetta del Profeta la settimana scorsa? Hanno scritto che è stato estromesso dalla Presidenza della Confederazione Internazionale dei Maghi perché sta invecchiando e perde il controllo, ma non è vero, è stato escluso dai maghi del Ministero dopo che ha tenuto un discorso per annunciare il ritorno di Voldemort. L’hanno retrocesso dalla carica di Stregone Capo del Wizengamot – è l’Alta Corte dei Maghi – e stanno decidendo se levargli anche l’Ordine di Merlino, Prima Classe». «Ma Silente dice che non gl’importa di quello che fanno finché non lo tolgono dalle figurine delle Cioccorane» disse Bill con un gran sorriso.

To look for love points to a lack of love internally, a need to fill the void. Every time you wake up and look in the mirror, you are falling in love. Every time you walk out into your world with your sun shining down, you will know love. Many men will love you, but none of their love will ever match the love you have for yourself

GLYCEMIC INDEX (GI) AND GLYCEMIC LOAD (GL) OF COMMON PLANT FOODS* FOOD GI GL Black beans 30 7 Red kidney beans 25 8 Lentils 30 5 Split peas 25 6 Black-eyed peas 30 13 Corn 52 9 Barley 35 16 Brown rice 75 18 Millet 71 25 Rolled oats 55 13 White rice 83 23 Whole wheat 70 14 White pasta 55 23 Sweet potato 61 17 White potato (average) 90 26 There is a nutritional hierarchy of carbohydrate-rich plant foods.

All'improvviso, il ronzare del motorino che aveva udito pochi istanti prima si fece più intenso. Si voltò di colpo, sapendo che non era ammessa la circolazione di veicoli a motore su Ponte Vecchio. Stava perfino per dire qualcosa. Ma i rimproveri gli rimasero bloccati in gola. Lo scooter superò il netturbino. Il motociclista incrociò lo sguardo dell'addetto del Comune e proseguì dritto. Si fermò a un metro da lui. Paolini esaminò il suo volto anonimo mentre l'uomo estraeva dalla giacca una piccola rivoltella nera. Se la vide puntare addosso e, prima che potesse capire perché, udì il primo dei tre spari. Il gallerista si accasciò a terra, il ventre sanguinante. L'unica cosa che vide fu la statua di Benvenuto Cellini che veniva inghiottita dal buio.

Every obstacle in life will fade away once express becomes the only goal allowed to enter your mind.

but…she recognized me. Knew me. There were a lot of days out the year that my mom couldn’t remember who I was and had to be reminded that I was her son.

I fucking froze. I was drowning. Lost in her trance-inducing gaze.   

You don’t remember yesterday? During the fitness test? She was the only person who finished the ballistic climb.

Is oral sex bad?

Only True Travelers made love for pleasure…and

I freaking love this girl

I was mortified when I ran into Kip Matherstein, who I was sure would rag on me. Instead, he spent the next twenty minutes helping me calm her down.

And yet this close, it took great effort to take my eyes off of him.

I sat down with little time to prepare for my back being ambushed by the wintry digits otherwise known as Tetra’s toes.

True Traveler

That’s a lot of time to lose. Where did those hours go?

قضى أكابر مجرمي قريش في التخطيط، ليجمعوا على محمد رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم وكانوا على ثقة ويقيــــــــن جازم من نجاح مؤامرة يضربونه بها ضربة رجل واحد. ولكن الله هو الواحد الغالب، قادر على كل شيء وبيده كل شيء فأوحى الله تعالى إلى رسوله وأمره بالخروج من بيته. ومع استعداد قريش لتنفيذ الخطة، قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم لعلي عليه السلام بأن ينام على فراشه وهذا ما حدث فعلاً. نام علي بن أبي طالب على فراش رسول الله في برده الأخضر، وخرج رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم وأخذ حفنة التراب يذرها على رؤوس الفتيان وهو يتلو: " وَجَعَلْنَا مِن بَيْنِ أَيْدِيهِمْ سَدًّا وَمِنْ خَلْفِهِمْ سَدًّا فَأَغْشَيْنَاهُمْ فَهُمْ لاَ يُبْصِرُونَ". يس 9 -

Brittany was "hot".Perhaps she was.She wore many layers and summer weather was still in reach.

Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler." To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.

Mom knew he was harmless, but try explaining all those burnt desserts that suffered while Mom got knee-high drunk in compliments anytime Kip came over for dinner.

Maybe it was just girls in general, but they made way better pillows.

I walked off into the chilly night. This was really the end of us. Really the