M Sosa Quotes

I’m going to be honest here and tell you I fucking hate that Andrew knows your secrets. He doesn’t deserve to.” Okay, then. I guess we’re talking about this whether I want to or not. “So, what? You think you do?” “I’d take better care of them,” he says softly.

My instinct isn't to look at him and say "mine, mine, mine." All I can think is, "Baby, I'm yours, yours, yours.

This morning, I woke up different. I accepted that life goes on... I might still love you, I might still miss you, but I'm better off without you. So, I'm closing this chapter of hurt because I deserve to be happy. And the only way I'll reach that is by letting go of toxic people who don't want to see me grow. Holding on doesn't make me strong, but letting go does.

You deserve someone who is sure about you

There´s truly no angle at which this woman isn´t alluring. I´m irritated with myself for noticing.

Lina did love Andrew, once upon a time but she certainly doesn't love him now. She wanted to marry him because she didn't love him. Love means breaking down your walls for the person who's willing to scale them. Andrew never tried. But I did. Because I am that person for her. In the end, it doesn't matter if I'm Lina's first, second, or fifteenth choice; what matters is that I'm the right choice." Max p456

Y yo siempre deshojando flores envenenadas, me desea no me desea, con la dignidad por el piso amando sus piernas de cazadores y sus miradas sombrías, su despreocupada belleza de animal de monte. Y m vientre cantaba de júbilo si me dedicaban una ojeada y la saliva se me endulzaba tan solo por tenerlos cerca

I’ve been thinking about this all wrong. Interacting with Lina isn’t a battle. It’s more like making a great cocktail—a science I’ll be perfecting over time. Take a person who thinks they’re in control (Lina), add in someone bent on throwing them off-balance (me), and stir vigorously. It’s effervescence in a glass, an explosion of flavors on the tongue, and it leads to tiny breakthroughs like the one we just experienced. With a few more tweaks, we’ll be so good together someone will want to bottle our chemistry. Platonic chemistry, of course. Just, you know, chemistry between two people interacting on a professional level and working toward a common goal. Dammit. I can’t unthink it. Now I’m the one flustered enough to do absurd shit—like wonder what would have happened if I’d met Lina before my brother did.

Boyfriend #10 Peter Sosa, Age Twenty-Nine What is it? You’re married, aren’t you?” “No, no, nothing like that.” He paused, leaving Jane to imagine. “I have a girlfriend. I’m sorry. I’m not cheating, she’s right over there, at the table by the window. She made me a bet that I couldn’t make the first girl I asked out fall in love with me. Some movie she saw, thought it would be romantic, then it went too far…” Jane’s language would have made Britney the longshoreman blush down to her boots.

And I get it, okay? I mean, look at him. I’d bang that drum, too. All I’m saying is, if you don’t want your overprotective sister meddling in your business, find someone else to massage your lady bits.” “I’m partial to massaging my own lady bits, actually. I have no problem getting my own kinks out.” “Yes, well, more power to you then. But I, for one, am getting carpal tunnel syndrome with all the self-massaging I’ve been doing as of late.

Max falls back over and rests one cheek on the table, his face in my line of sight. “I’m so warm. So full. So bloated.” He ekes out the words in a scratchy voice. “I don’t think I want to eat another piece of cake ever again.” “Not even marble with buttercream frosting?” I say, unable to hide my amusement. He shuts his eyes tightly and pretends to cry. “Not even that one.” He’s adorable. Absolutely adorable. No. Wait. I’m trying to torture him. This isn’t supposed to be cute. But it is, dammit. How could it not be? He looks like a drunk chipmunk. A stunningly handsome drunk chipmunk, but still.

SOMETHING BEGAN in the dark. I’m talking about my dark now, I’m talking about myself. I’m talking about the feeling of being force-fed fistfuls of dirt by God himself.

I´m glad I crashed your wedding.