Megan Fox Quotes

I hope you feel better about yourself. I hope you feel alive. I hope that good things happen to you, and I hope that when the inevitable bad things happen you can handle them and learn a lesson and move on. I hope you know you're not alone and I hope you spend plenty of time with your family and/or friends and I hope you write more and get a seven-figure book deal. I hope next year no more celebrities die and I hope you get an iPhone if you want one. Or maybe a pony. I hope someone writes a song for you on Valentines Day that's a bit like Hey There Delilah, and I hope they have a good singing voice, or at least one better than mine. I hope that you accept yourself the way you are, and figure out that losing 20 pounds isn't going to magically make you love yourself. I hope you read a lot. I hope you don't have to almost die to figure out how valuable life is. I hope you find the perfect nail polish/digital camera/home/life partner. I hope you stop being jealous of others. I hope you feel good, about yourself and the people around you and the world. I hope you eat heaps of salt and vinegar chips because they're the best kind. I hope you accomplish all your hopes & dreams & aspirations and are blissfully happy & get married to Edward Cullen/George Clooney/Megan Fox/Angelina Jolie (delete whichever are inappropriate) & ride a pretty white horse into the sunset & I hope it's all sweet and wonderful because you deserve it because you did well this year in the face of sparkly vampires/great evil/low self-esteem.

Everyone got behind Fox, the name the guys had dubbed the red truck. "Fox?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," Isaac said with a grin. "Our truck is hot, like Megan Fox.

Honestly kiddo? You’re beautiful. You use your weight as an excuse but you’re just all woman. Not every woman has to look like a stripper. Or a model. Or Megan Fox. You’re petite, have a tiny waist, a fantastic rack, a devastating ass…what the hell more do you want? You should know it. Everyone else knows it…that’s why you’re getting all these asinine comments. Can’t you just see that it’s just jealously that’s ripping these people apart?

But I don't care what Megan Fox or Jessica Biel say: There are definite advantages to being the hottest girl on the planet. Number one was that I got paid for it. A lot.

I didn’t realize how much of myself I was giving away or how much of me was disappearing until I turned on a light and couldn’t even find my shadow.

Maybe the original sin was a man taking a woman for granted.

And so I have spent all of my life making myself small so that others can feel confident.

i will always be in love with the man that you’ll never become

..you would never hurt me on purpose.. but what's the difference between manslaughter and murder? -I'm Still Dead Either Way

..why do you sacrifice me to feed the things that haunt you.

..-You'D Be So Much More Handsome If You'd Get An Exorcism

i will always be in love with the man that you’ll never become • unrealized potential

..you will find that bibles and silver bullets will fail you.. you will collapse into a pathetic little heap on the floor.. you will let him feast on your tears and your self-esteem.. instead you will live forever as the monster he turned you into. -Lessons in Hot-Boy Demonology

..this fairy tale.. will end prematurely with one of us reading a eulogy. -Funerals Are For Lovers

..you can never outrun the wolves.

..all these tears i've cried for you . . . oceans of grief.

maybe the apple was actually a cock and maybe eve wanted it because adam was too busy, self-absorbed, and distracted to fuck her? maybe the original sin was a man taking a woman for granted • i’ve always liked serpents

..imagine all the girls who don't get hurt for laughing at another boy's jokes..

She and I went to school with Shay Mitchell and Hayden Panettiere, Megan Fox was prom queen, Chris Hemsworth was prom king." I make a clicking noise with my tongue. "And there was Natalie's worst enemy, a cheerleader who tried to steal Damon away from her in tenth grade; Natalie said she was the slutty version of Nina Dobrev - none of these people really looked like them, not really anyway. Natalie is just...odd

I can feel you reaching for me.. across time zones.

..celestial threads weaving you into me..

..I know I've earned a mansion for all the times I forgave you for calling me a stupid c**t. -Seventy Times Seven

..lucifer was god's most beautiful creation and the way your body has had me speaking in tongues.. -An Angel With A Fully Automatic

..Manic-Depressive Peter Pan

when they ask you who was your greatest love don’t whisper my name scream it and when they ask you what is your biggest regret don’t write it in a song cut yourself open and write it in blood • prove it, orpheus

The boy reported - after the Sergeant had slept for a few hours, which was not nearly enough - that YouTube had actually gone down for ten minutes under the weight of traffic. The story was truly global, truly immense: not Obama, not Justin Bieber, not Psy and not Bin Laden had ever touched this, he said. Not Khaled Saeed and not Mohamed Bouazizi, either. If Pippa Middleton and Megan Fox had announced their intention to marry during a live theatrical production of 50 Shades of Grey starring Benedict Cumberbatch, and then taken off their clothes to reveal their bodies tattooed with the text of the eighth Harry Potter novel, they might have approached this level of frenzy. But probably not, the boy said, because not everyone liked Benedict Cumberbatch.

My problem is that I deeply identify my feelings and have multitudinous ways of articulating them, but I am not able to express them because when I do it has made the men who have loved me feel intimidated, inadequate and insecure.

My problem is that I deeply identify my feelings and have multitudinous ways of articulating them, but I am not able to express them because when I do it has made the men who have loved me feel intimidated, inadequate, and insecure.

when he walks away with your soul in his mouth you will pray for death but instead you will live forever

This book is for anyone who has given much more than they received, or for anyone who struggles to believe they deserve to be heard. This book is also for me. Because fuck. I deserve better.

..I've stopped trying to share charming anecdotes over dinner.. because we've all seen what happens when a smile creeps across my lips that you didn't put there.. I forgot that I had a voice long before you decided to become my ventriloquist and somehow in spite of your genuine longing to be loved you prefer it this way.

They say that nothing lasts forever and so I drag myself out of bed and smile for my children counting the hours until I can dematerialize into the murky realm of my unconscious searching for even the most fleeting moment of relief from this devasting wildfire inside my chest

you thought that if you stopped watering me i would die but you forgot to dig up my roots

i am realizing that this fairy tale will not have a happily ever after instead it will end prematurely with one of us reading a eulogy • funerals are for lovers

you’ll never understand how painful it is to always have to wonder who i’m giving my heart to today

i used to believe love was a poem now i know love is a killing spree

and my heart never rests because it does not trust the hand that holds it

if i had a nickel for every time you showed up for me i would have exactly zero nickels but i know i’ve earned a mansion in heaven for all the times i forgave you

..tall, thin, twisted like a tree you'd find in sleepy hollow..

I wish your moods were as easy to predict.. but there is no app to help me navigate.. your unhinged emotions.

when he walks away with your soul in his mouth you will pray for death but instead you will live forever as the monster he turned you into

i didn’t realize how much of myself i was giving away or how much of me was disappearing until i turned on a light and couldn’t even find my shadow

i’m tired of being a supporting actor in everyone else’s life while being a featured extra in my own

greek tragedies lose their poetry when you live them

If Pippa Middleton and Megan Fox had announced their intention to marry during a live theatrical production of Fifty Shades of Grey starring Benedict Cumberbatch, and then taken off their clothes to reveal their bodies tattooed with the text of the eighth Harry Potter novel, they might just have approached this level of frenzy. But probably not, the boy said, because not everyone liked Benedict Cumberbatch.

Not all goddesses fly, some of us struggle on the ground, as the mortal men we gave our hearts to, keep their feet on our necks, but one day, we will remember our own names, and turn them all to ashes

No, Dan.” “And you want me to go.” I looked into his eyes. “No. I don’t.” He moved closer, encouraged, and put his hand on my shoulder. “Then what do you want, Elle?” “I want you not to have to settle,” I told him. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” “I know that’s what you’ll be doing. Because if you want more from me, you’re not going to get it.” He said nothing for a long time. “When I readThe Little Prince, I thought you must be the rose. You with your four thorns, convincing me you’re able to defend yourself. But now I know you hate roses. So you must be the fox instead. So maybe what you really want is for me to tame you.” From a lot of men, that speech would have made me laugh, or roll my eyes. Then again, a lot of men wouldn’t have read Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s classic story ofThe Little Prince, or bothered to try and understand it. I reached for his hand and held it between both of mine. “The fox tells the Little Prince he is a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. Just like the flower was like a hundred thousand other flowers.” Dan tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with the hand I wasn’t holding. “But the fox asked the prince to tame him. To make it so they’d need each other and be unique to each other. And he did it.” “And then the prince went away, Dan, and left the fox bereft.” I looked down at my hands, holding his. “Would you be sad if I left you?” He asked me, and at first I wasn’t sure how I would reply. At last the answer came on breath as tremulous as a breeze wafting curtains from an open window. “Yes. I would.” He squeezed my hand. “Then I won’t.

He had a rough idea where he was going, since Rylann had previously mentioned that she lived in Roscoe Village. At the stoplight at Belmont Avenue, he pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts. The beauty of text messaging, he realized, was in its simplicity. He didn’t have to try to explain things, nor did he have to attempt to parse through all the banter in an attempt to figure out what she might be thinking. Instead, he could keep things short and sweet. I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU. He hit send. To kill time while he waited for her response, he drove in the direction of his sister’s wine shop, figuring he could always drop in and harass Jordan about something. This time, however, she beat him to the punch. “So who’s the brunette bombshell?” Jordan asked as soon as he walked into the shop and took a seat at the main bar. Damn. He’d forgotten about the stupid Scene and Heard column. Kyle helped himself to a cracker and some Brie cheese sitting on the bar. “I’m going to say…Angelina Jolie. Actually, no—Megan Fox.” “Megan Fox is, like, twenty-five.” “And this is a problem why, exactly?” Jordan slapped his hand as he reached for more crackers. “Those are for customers.” She put her hand on her hip. “You know, after reading the Scene and Heard column, I’d kind of hoped it was Rylann they were talking about. And that maybe, just maybe, my ne’er-do-well twin had decided to stop playing around and finally pursue a woman of quality.” He stole another cracker. “Now, that would be something.” She shook her head. “Why do I bother? You know, one day you’re going to wake up and…” Kyle’s cell phone buzzed, and he tuned out the rest of Jordan’s lecture—he could probably repeat the whole thing word for word by now—as he checked the incoming message. It was from Rylann, her response as short and sweet as his original text. 3418 CORNELIA, #3. He had her address. With a smile, he looked up and interrupted his sister. “That’s great, Jordo. Hey, by any chance do you have any bottles of that India Ink cabernet lying around?” She stopped midrant and stared at him. “I’m sure I do. Why, what made you think of that?” Then her face broke into a wide grin. “Wait a second…that was the wine Rylann talked about when she was here. She said it was one of her favorites.” “Did she? Funny coincidence.” Jordan put her hand over her heart. “Oh my God, you’re trying to impress her. That is so cute.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Kyle scoffed. “I just thought, since I’ve heard such good things about the wine, that I would give it a shot.” Jordan gave him a look, cutting through all the bullshit. “Kyle. She’s going to love it.” Okay, whatever. Maybe he was trying to impress Rylann a little. “You don’t think it’s too much? Like I’m trying too hard?” Jordan put her hand over her heart again. “Oh. It’s like watching Bambi take his first steps.” “Jordo…” he growled warningly. With a smile, she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed affectionately. “It’s perfect. Trust me.

Maybe the original sin was a man taking a woman for granted

i wish your moods were as easy to predict as the weather but there is no app to help me navigate the treacherous landscape of your unhinged emotions • boys without mothers

you are the one who has held my hand from the beginning of time this journey isn’t a pretty one and i can’t make them understand that the only way i will really move on from you is when my body turns to dust • labyrinth

will always be in love with the man that you’ll never become

Fox flashed to Nicolae’s side

Not again Megan Fox, that’s ten times already. I’ll die of exhaustion.” (If any under sixteens are reading this, I was tired out because we were playing table tennis. Yeah, boys and girls, just game after game of ping pong. Nothing naughty going on at all. Miss Fox was thoroughly bushwhacked, too.) Actually,

but how will you ever know if i’m smiling when you can’t see past your own tears

My problem is that I deeply identify my feelings and have multitudinous ways of articulating them, but I am not able to express them because when I do it has made the men who have loved me feel intimidated, inadequate, and insecure. And so I have spent all of my life making myself small so that others can feel confident.

irate, you protest loudly that you are a free spirit but your spirit isn't free it's an indentured servant to the entities that occupy you you're imprisoned by all of the demons you've bartered with renting space in your body to them in exchange for a life that doesn't even make you happy why do you sacrifice me to feed the things that haunt you

I have spent all of my life making myself small so that others can feel confident.

rehearse for your performance as the grief stricken lover

I make my way back over to the refreshments table, and with shaky hands, I lift the punch bowl in the air. My eyes squeeze shut as I pour its contents over my dress, staining it red like Carrie White's or Jennifer Check's on prom night. Gasps break out at the sound of the splash. Punch seeps into the pale pink fabric, darkening the chiffon roses. The spill feathers out in fissures, bleeding out like blooming tie-dye. "Lila!" Roisin cries. Amelia throws her head back, laughing. "Wow! A plot twist. The outsider is also a freak." I lower the bowl, steadying my breath. One stain is considered an imperfection. An entire spill is artwork. Persephone didn't become less lovely just because she was dragged to Hell. Carrie was still prom queen. And Jennifer... well, Jennifer was still Megan Fox. The point is, it's not about the dress we wear. It's about how we carry ourselves in it.

My mother made me wear a dark wig when I was two. She started dyeing my hair dark when I was about five because she didn't like my blonde hair. Everyone thinks my hair is naturally dark brown or black but it;s not. My natural hair color is actually golden blonde. Got my blonde hair from my grandmother. My sons got my natural blonde hair.

My mother made me wear a dark wig when I was two. She started dyeing my hair dark when I was about five because she didn't like my blonde hair. Everyone thinks my hair is naturally dark brown or black but it's not. My natural hair color is actually golden blonde. Got my blonde hair from my grandmother. My sons got my natural blonde hair.

i prefer the agonizing psychological abuse of this trauma bond to the prosaic tedium of a regular life

My soul is full of holes from your acid-soaked love.

I wish your moods were as easy to predict as the weather but there is no app to help me navigate the treacherous landscape of your unhinged emotions

You said he used human blood to extract the cellular traits to make you human. Whose blood did he use?” Edward shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ve never known.” “What about the animal?” I asked. “He must have started with some kind of creature.” Edward cast a glance at the door, as though remembering the feel of the wild. “It wasn’t just one. He began with a jackal but added cellular traits of others. Heron. Fox. Those are just the ones I know about, but there are more—I can feel them.

I often wonder how something so pretty could be so iniquitous but they say lucifer was god’s most beautiful creation and the way your body has had me speaking in tongues i can confirm that is not an allegory a paradoxical embodiment of heaven’s brightest light and hell’s most unimaginable wickedness an angel with a fully automatic

Shapeshifter show me your face look into my eyes and lie again hide from your past hide from your path bury my light beneath your deception bury the truth beneath my longing tear the veil and let me see what can’t be undone the fall

And to the girl who gave me her entire life for nothing in return i leave my violence and my resentment

I know that i’m too good for you but i still crave hades’ touch even though it’s harsh and unforgiving i’d still choose an eternal winter with you over an evanescent spring with someone else i’m still willing to live in the shadows because somewhere along the way i learned that i don’t deserve to see the light pomegranates for sale

i know that i’m too good for you but i still crave hades’ touch even though it’s harsh and unforgiving i’d still choose an eternal winter with you over an evanescent spring with someone else i’m still willing to live in the shadows because somewhere along the way i learned that i don’t deserve to see the light

his eyes had lost their tears long ago he was a different kind of beast the kind that hides from the moon he creeps in the shadows so she doesn’t see his fangs he wasn’t born this way he was turned into this