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It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves, but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.

Fitting in and belonging are two separate things. Fitting in involves people changing themselves in order to be accepted. Belonging allows people to be accepted as they are.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

But she hates insta-love. Apparently she hates semi-instant love and love at a snail's pace and love in general and…Fuck!

Charlie snorted. “Sure. Insta-friends with one of the world’s most famous rock stars. ZERO weirdness. Check. And you’re not my type either, dude.

But she hates insta-love. Apparently she hates semi-instant love and slow love and love at a snail’s pace and love in general and . . . “Fuck!

I've just met my dream woman. Now, how do I make her mine?

First of all”—Feenie pointed at her—“you are not broken and I don’t ever want to hear that again. Second, being attracted to one person doesn’t necessarily change who you are. Maybe you’re graysexual instead of straight up ace. There’s just something about the way Takumi’s genetic code arranged his face and body that appeals to your brain chemistry. It’s insta-lust. Enjoy it for what it is.

Ten Best Song to Strip 1. Any hip-swiveling R&B fuckjam. This category includes The Greatest Stripping Song of All Time: "Remix to Ignition" by R. Kelly. 2. "Purple Rain" by Prince, but you have to be really theatrical about it. Arch your back like Prince himself is daubing body glitter on your abdomen. Most effective in nearly empty, pathos-ridden juice bars. 3. "Honky Tonk Woman" by the Rolling Stones. Insta-attitude. Makes even the clumsiest troglodyte strut like Anita Pallenberg. (However, the Troggs will make you look like even more of a troglodyte, so avoid if possible.) 4. "Pour Some Sugar on Me" by Def Leppard. The Lep's shouted choruses and relentless programmed drums prove ideal for chicks who can really stomp. (Coincidence: I once saw a stripper who, like Rick Allen, had only one arm.) 5. "Amber" by 311. This fluid stoner anthem is a favorite of midnight tokers at strip joints everywhere. Mellow enough that even the most shitfaced dancer can make it through the song and back to her Graffix bong without breaking a sweat. Pass the Fritos Scoops, dude. 6. "Miserable" by Lit, but mostly because Pamela Anderson is in the video, and she's like Jesus for strippers (blonde, plastic, capable of parlaying a broken nail into a domestic battery charge, damaged liver). Alos, you can't go wrong stripping to a song that opens with the line "You make me come." 7. "Back Door Man" by The Doors. Almost too easy. The mere implication that you like it in the ass will thrill the average strip-club patron. Just get on all fours and crawl your way toward the down payment on that condo in Cozumel. (Unless, like most strippers, you'd rather blow your nest egg on tacky pimped-out SUVs and Coach purses.) 8. Back in Black" by AC/DC. Producer Mutt Lange wants you to strip. He does. He told me. 9. "I Touch Myself" by the Devinyls. Strip to this, and that guy at the tip rail with the bitch tits and the shop teacher glasses will actually believe that he alone has inspired you to masturbate. Take his money, then go masturbate and think about someone else. 10. "Hash Pipe" by Weezer. Sure, it smells of nerd. But River Cuomo is obsessed with Asian chicks and nose candy, and that's just the spirit you want to evoke in a strip club. I recommend busting out your most crunk pole tricks during this one.

It’s funny how the world has become so upside down that it’s eager to embrace insta-sex, and yet so dismissive of love at first sight.

It had insta-love, the bane of my existence.... Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst.

I think my show was more beautiful. Like, it would have made for prettier pictures on Insta. But now, we're gonna have way better memes.

Jujurnya saya tak ambil port pada idea untuk bercinta atau mempunyai pasangan istimewa. Bagi saya ia sesuatu yang tidak perlu. Kawan saya balas, cinta adalah suatu pengalaman seawal remaja maka ia berharga. Saya ambil masa dua hari untuk rasionalkan soal pengalaman tersebut. Saya kira jika untuk terlibat adalah berharga, maka untuk tidak terlibat juga berharga – menjadi seawal remaja juga adalah untuk mengalami ketiadaan.

I love math because there's always a right answer. It's not interpretive; it's not subjective. There is a correct destination, even if you have to hack through confusing parts to get there. That's not always true in life.

I think true love transcends tiem. The thunderbolt does not. Not if it strkes men the way you described." I start a sprint toward a glade where my favorite orange flowers grow. He catches up with me easily. "Most girls prefer flowers over trees." I brush my fingers on the petals."These flowers blossom quickly. They speak of passion, of beauty." I take a witheting flower that had dropped to the ground and fondle it between my fingers. "But flowers don't last. They wither easily and have limited growth. A tree might not speak of passion but sturdiness. Yet, it grows higher and lasts longer. Some of these trees were here before I was born and they'll be here once I'm gone." My heads falls back as I look at the highest tree. "Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. It wasn't as consuming as it was everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's showing only green leaves, but in spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.

Maybe I don't know the first thing about falling in love, because I've been telling myself I'm not falling for him yet. That it's too soon. But it's not. what's happening inside my heart right now is way too consequential to deny. I think I've been misjudging the whole concept of insta-love. Now if I can just figure out how we can finish these next few years with a happy ending.

Warning: This story is quick and dirty and filled with a virgin hero who wants his heroine to be his one and only. It's drama free, and has insta-everything going on, so be prepared to have an overload of sugary virgin goodness. –

Because I already have one sister, Lauren? She’s like their miracle baby—they had her right after me, oh joy—and sometimes she’s crazy annoying and I was like, ‘Another one? I don’t know about this.’ But then they told me about you, too? And I was like, ‘Get. Out.’ I mean, it’s like insta-family, right? Just add water. Like sea monkeys.

Detectives discovered gross contradictions to Eric’s insta-profile already cemented in the media. In Plattsburgh, friends described a sports enthusiast hanging out with minorities. Two of Eric’s best friends turned out to be Asian and African American. The Asian boy was a jock to boot. Eric played soccer and Little League. He followed the Rockies even before the family moved to Colorado, frequently sporting their baseball cap. By junior high he had grown obsessed with computers, and eventually with popular video games.

So far away, but so beautiful. So powerful. I can always feel it tugging at me.

I was experiencing a full-on Mills and Boon moment, and I had no idea who he was.

Kidnapping a Reluctant Bride:  Traditional Meet-Cute or First-Degree Felony Abduction? You decide in our insta-poll!

This isn't some trashy romance novel where you get that crappy insta-love. There's no supernatural pull from the fates demanding we be together as soul mates for all of eternity while fighting off the bad guys. Love takes time. It takes work. It's not just something you throw yourself into because if you do it right, you'll only ever have to fall in love once. I only intend to fall in love once, and when I do, I won't be falling in two weeks time.

Lately, that bonding mostly consists of coming up with grandmother names that won’t make her sound old. Current leader: Gigi, because Mom refuses to consider my suggestion of Insta Gram.

Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt blue—the exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above... She’d said her name was Rebekah. That was Eric’s favorite name. At least, now it was.

For some reason, her features soften at that. “You don’t spend much time around women, do you?” I shrug. “They are around once in a while, but they do not have eyes that hurt my stomach. In truth, I don’t care enough to look at them.” I grunt, bundling her closer. “You…you will be major distraction, kotik. Bad for my career.” -Whitney & Maxim

Insta-love isn’t something that happens in real life. It happens in the books I read, but not in the world I live. Though here stands this beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet and amazing guy who has done everything short of professing love at first sight to me and I’m still standing here like a pair of lungs suffocating, needing him in order to breathe.

There are a million ways you're wrecked by the absence of someone who belongs there with you.

You own this cock. Torture me or free me, Peyton. You decide.” -Granger

It's the easiest thing to be lost if you don't want to be found.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath... Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.

Insta-boy-gasm.

People have a limitation in their minds: an excessive confidence in what they think they know.  

Paul Slovic: Slovic is a psychologist who has proposed that people let their likes and dislikes determine their beliefs about the world without really seeking out the truth.

There is no proven connection between being serious and being effective.

People will do some things for great sums of money that they would not do for smaller amounts.

A nightmare, a memory. A thing can be both. I stare up at the ceiling. White, white, white. The emptiness of it aches.

Friends who don’t care about your feelings aren’t your real friends.

When we find ways to bring more fun, joy, and playfulness into our daily lives, we sparkle with our own unique style and empower others to shine their special light as well.

You never know what another person is going through, and sometimes your smile might be something that makes a difference in their day.

This book is short and right to the point—like the kind of story that gives you whiplash. If you enjoy unbelievable plots, and insta-everything going on, you may enjoy this dirty little read.

We each have 24 hours in a day. How are you going to use yours? Watching the news and scrolling on social media, or using technology as a powerful tool to accomplish your goals and live your dreams?

Warning: This book is short and right to the point—like the kind of story that gives you whiplash. If you enjoy unbelievable plots, and insta-everything going on, you may enjoy this dirty little read.

I don’t believe in true love and I certainly don’t believe in love at first sight. Insta-love isn’t something that happens in real life. It happens in the books I read, but not in the world I live. Though here stands this beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet and amazing guy who has done everything short of professing love at first sight to me and I’m still standing here like a pair of lungs suffocating, needing him in order to breathe. I’m not running, I’m here, submerged in all of my vulnerability, taking the biggest chance I ever have with my heart and soul. I hope I’m choosing wisely. I stared at the ground and felt his eyes on the top of my head.

At one point, his eyes flashed toward mine in the rearview mirror. It was just for an instant, but I felt the small twinge in my stomach as sharply as I would have if he had taken a soft finger and run it down the length of my open palm.

Has Joules calmed down yet?” I asked her. “Did he find the culprit?” “The Tower’s latest farfetched theory? Nanoseconds before his lightning hit, the Priestess somehow swooped in and ‘insta-drowned’ the twins, shoving water into their lungs. He’s furious and plans to go ‘spearfishing’ for her.

Quinn?” he says hoarsely, his harsh breaths pelting my mouth. “Yes?” “I’ve wanted to marry you since this morning.” I laugh tearfully, my chest squeezing. “You have?” “Yes.” He pulls me tight to his body, his chest rising and falling with unsteady shudders. “Quinn?” “Yes?” “I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you.” -Quinn & Desmond

We're born alone, and we die alone.

What we do, and how we live, teaches people far better than our judgments and advice ever could.

With every book I write, I give the Hera Leick Promise. I will never weave into my stories: cheating; sex outside the main characters; sexual abuse; cliffhangars; years of separation; man whores; and lastly my worst pet peeve, insta-love. If one sneaks in, I give you permission to shoot me. Please make note, however, guns are not legal in England. Neither is murder. I hope.

People will hate you if you’re beautiful. They will hate you if you’re successful. They will hate you if you’re right. They will hate you if you’re popular, they will hate you if you get attention, they will hate you if you’ve courage, they will hate you when people support you, they will hate you when they’ll see you happy. They will hate you while they post prayers/religious quotes on insta. They just hate! However remember this: they hate you because you represent something they feel they don’t have, it really isn’t about you! It is about hatred they have for themselves. So smile today because there is something you’re doing right that has a lot people thinkin about you!❤ Smile, Because last year this happened to you, this exact phase of sadness came along and it passed.

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst.

—Patroclo —dice—, Patroclo, Patroclo. Lo repite una y otra vez hasta que la palabra es solo un sonido. Ulises se arrodilla y le insta a comer y beber. Le invade una ira feroz al oír eso y está a punto de matarle, pero para eso debería dejarme y no puede. Me sujeta con tanta fuerza que casi noto el latido de su corazón, como el aleteo de una mariposa. Es un eco, el último jirón de mi espíritu aún sujeto a mi cuerpo. Un suplicio.

WARMING UP TO the crèche turned out to be easy. Warming up to the other mothers there isn’t. I’m aware that Anglo-American-style instant bonding between women doesn’t happen in France. I’ve heard that female friendships here start out slowly, and can take years to ramp up. (Though once you’re finally ‘in’ with a French woman, you’re supposedly stuck with her for life. Whereas your English-speaking insta-friends can drop you at any time.)

Je ne suis pas pour l'occupation d’un pays arabe par Israël, mais, en revanche, je ne veux pas remplacer Israël par une nation islamique qui s’insta1lerait sur ses ruines, et dont le seul souci serait de promouvoir une culture de mort et d’ignorance parmi ses fidèles, à une époque où nous avons désespérément besoin de ceux qui en appellent à une culture de vie et de développement, propre à cultiver l’espoir dans nos âmes. Regardons tous les pays fondés sur la pensée religieuse, regardons leurs peuples et les générations qui y grandissent; qu’offrent-ils en termes d’humanité et d’humanisme? Rien, c’est certain, sinon la peur de Dieu et l'incapacité à affronter la vie; rien d’autre. De telles pensées ont formé et continuent de former des générations inaptes à toute créativité, à toute culture, incapables même de s’inspirer des civilisations qui leur viennent d’ailleurs, puisqu’elles ne sont pas à même de construire la leur.

Menard (acaso sin quererlo) ha enriquecido mediante una técnica nueva el arte detenido y rudimentario de la lectura: la técnica del anacronismo deliberado y de las atribuciones erróneas. Esa técnica de aplicación infinita nos insta a recorrer la Odisea como si fuera posterior a la Eneida y el libro Le jardín du Centaure de madame Henri Bachelier como si fuera de madame Henri Bachelier. Esa técnica puebla de aventura los libros más calmosos. Atribuir a Louis Ferdinand Céline o a James Joyce la Imitación de Cristo ¿no es una suficiente renovación de esos tenues avisos espirituales?

El Estado Islámico de Irak y Siria (ISIS) insta a todos los musulmanes a ‘renunciar a la democracia, el laicismo, el nacionalismo y a otras basuras e ideas occidentales’"   (Proclamación del Califato Islámico por el ISIS. Junio de 2013)

Ese no es el reto de Pablo. Se nos insta a «[alegrarnos] en el Señor». Este versículo es un llamado, no a un sentimiento, sino a una decisión y a una confianza profundamente arraigada de que Dios existe, de que él está en control y de que él es bueno.

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who

Key to success is to get connected with more number of users. Digital marketing is the only media to achieve same in less time

Whiskey Jacks Saloon. He’s playing country western music, and wearing a plaid button down shirt and fringe along the sides of his tan chaps that cover his jeans, no less. Who can’t appreciate a cowboy in plaid and fringe? There are so few of us who can actually pull that off. Usually I’m all about acoustic guitars, but not tonight. At the moment, my mind is

Now people nowadays, especially the younger ones, they don’t have an ounce of romance in their soul. It’s all zombies and video games, shallow celebrities. They love insta-sex but make fun of what they call insta-love. They get a few minutes pleasure out of the foolin’ around, but don’t have the depth of heart to fall in love like a romantic will, so they scoff at it. Real love is like that sometimes.

Can I keep you, Avery Connor? Will you be mine?

If the attribute of anger passes the bounds of equilibrium, evilness of temper, arrogance, hostility, irritability, violence of disposition, obstinacy, tyranny, insta- bility, mendacity, pride, boastfulness, self-exaltation, and rebelliousness will arise. And if anger cannot be expressed, rancor will appear in man’s inner being. If the at- tribute of anger is, on the other hand, deficient and subjugated ab initio, lack of zeal, pride and honor, sloth, lowliness, and impotence will result. And if the at- tributes of passion and anger are both dominant, envy will emerge, because by virtue of the dominance of passion one will desire anything likable he sees in the possession of another, and by virtue of the dominance of anger he will not wish that person to enjoy its possession. Envy means that you desire to have what an- other possesses, and do not desire him to possess it.

Don't hear songs and don't use fb, WhatsApp, insta, instead asked me to use letters- This crazy girl told me. But I guess it might good idea as well once I go there. Will be single that cleanse society through science. Contact me through letters once I go there. It is kind of military thing but it is indeed good idea and better communication

Quick Gmail Trick Noah and I both use the Gmail “+” trick all the time. Let’s say your email address is bob@bobsmith.com. After signing up for services or newsletters, how can you tell who’s sharing your email, or contain the damage if someone discovers your login email? Companies get hacked all the time. Just use + as cheap insurance. If you append + and a word to the beginning, messages will still get delivered to your inbox. Signing up for Instacart, for instance? You could use bob+insta@bobsmith.com. I use this, or benefit from it, on a daily basis.

Beeping smoke detectors means low batteries, not 'take them out and burn your kitchen down.' Fire Captain James Haskell failing badly at flirting over a smoky kitchen

She bites her lip to stop her grin. 'I like your logic. You know how much I dislike insta-love.' 'Oh, it was still insta-love,' I tell her. 'But ours is legit.

The takeaway here is that a “generation” is not just a number. It is a group of people within the population who have shared experiences and a collective sense of history that influences how they think and act today.

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I wasn’t all that sure God existed because there was no explaining why He hated me so much. It wasn’t as though He’d learned not to like me; it was more like one of those insta-hates that only intensified without any reason. And He loved screwing me over. Like it was His favorite pastime or something. Like He really had nothing else better to do than fuck with my life. Just when I thought there wasn’t one more obstacle He could throw my way, He proved me wrong. More than God loved screwing me over, He really loved proving me wrong.

Recuerda que el plan de Dios es bueno. Dios sabe lo que es mejor para ti y en su corazón tiene presente tus mejores intereses. Dios le dijo a Jeremías: «Los planes que tengo para ustedes [son] planes de bienestar y no de calamidad, a fin de darles un futuro y una esperanza».20 José entendió esta verdad cuando les dijo a sus hermanos que lo habían vendido como esclavo: «Ustedes pensaron hacerme mal, pero Dios trasformó ese mal en bien».21 Ezequías se hizo eco del mismo sentimiento al referirse a su enfermedad mortal: «Fue por mi propio bien que yo pasé ese tiempo tan difícil».22 Siempre que Dios te diga no a tu pedido de alivio, recuerda: «Dios está haciendo lo mejor para nosotros, entrenándonos para vivir para él de la mejor y más santa manera».23 Es vital que te concentres en el plan de Dios, no en tu dolor o tu problema. Así es como Jesús soportó el dolor de la cruz, y así se nos insta a seguir su ejemplo: «Mantengamos fijos los ojos en Jesús que, sin importarle lo oprobioso de tal muerte, estuvo dispuesto a morir en la cruz porque sabía el gozo que tendría después».24

Dedication This book is dedicated to readers who enjoy insta-love in smutty books as much as I do.

Love isn't something you can put a timeline on, you know that right?As it would seem, fate had other plans for us. Wouldn't you agree?

Can a person really love someone so deeply after only a week? Hello? Cliche much for insta-love?

In order to cultivate personal freedom people must defeat their inner-demons and overcome the self-sabotage of doubt, delay, and division.

I felt so sad that it felt like my rib cage was collapsing in on itself.

Sophie’s the first one of us to have a baby, even though Everly has a five-year-old son, Jake. Everything is happening so fast. Well, for my friends anyway. Sophie met Luke last fall during our senior year at Penn. She was pregnant and married before graduation. Everly met Sawyer last Thanksgiving and they were married over the summer. Sawyer’s son from a previous relationship lives with them full-time and Everly adapted to insta-motherhood better than anyone could have expected. She’s working on a children’s book series about blended families now. Weird, I know. I always assumed she’d write porn. And then there’s Sandra; she’s a few years older than us. Sandra works for Everly’s husband and quickly became a part of our friendship circle, or squad, as Everly prefers we call it. Sandra started dating Gabe at the beginning of the year and was living with him by summer. That leaves me. Chloe Scott. Third wheel, or seventh wheel in this case.

Because it's all so fleeting, isn't it? The ocean existed so long before us and will stay long after us - most trees, too, and some animals. Isn't that crazy?

Maybe my sadness is too much to surmount. I can't be his wings, the person who lifts him up from the sad days. I'm hopelessly earthbound, and I'm in no position to safe anyone else.

But what I really need is to fucking SCREAM because this feels like a war that I got thrown into, and I don't know how I can be so tired and mad at the same time.

August of 1914, President Woodrow

No, I need to feed her.” She rubs her breasts and winces a little. “They hurt because I didn’t give her enough time when we were on the road. I need to nurse or they’ll start leaking.” Holy fucking shit. I just got insta-hard. “Leaking?

Las tinieblas son una invitación a la luz, que insta a nuestros espíritus a avanzar.

Love doesn't always make sense. And that's the great beauty of it, the great mystery–the thing cynics who scoff at so-called 'insta-love' would bottle if they could. But you can't manufacture mystery, honey.

Insta-love never works, you know that.

Emma was pretty sure that his girlfriend and her date had just stumbled upon the elusive insta-love. Also know as love at first sight. Also known as They are complete idiots if they ever think it will last.

I can keep you, Avery?” “For as long as you want.” “Then I’m calling dibs on the next ninety years.

I wasn’t in love with Daniel. I only met him an hour ago. That was impossible. Wasn’t it?

You bring out a passion in me I’ve never felt for anyone.

One kiss changed my life. Dibs on the rest of yours. ~Daniel

I want to spend the rest of the weekend with you, Sprite. I want you with me every second until you have to leave for work on Monday. Then I want you back here as soon as you can be. I want it all- your time, your kisses, your laughter...your heart.

I wanted to be the man she needed, one she could look up to, and who would always love and care for her. I wanted to be hers.

It was crazy. Why can a mother look into the eyes of her child for the first time and feel insta-love, but that same woman would be shamed for feeling the same for a man?

It’s an Insta-bloody-gram world out there, baby, where everyone looks like they’re having a good time except you. And it ain’t true. Folks are desperate to put up photos of themselves having super fun on social media because their conscience knows those times don’t last.

But maybe you’d like to ride a different stallion.

Can I keep you, Avery Connor? Will you be mine?” “Please.” His smile was brighter than the sun in mid-July. “Good answer.

Beasting Beauty is a quick and filthy modern twist on a fairytale involving a dark, utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!