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She believed she could, so she did.

If only we actually were in Harry Potter. I’d totally Crucio her ass. Yeah, that’s right, I’d use one of the Unforgivable Curses. Come at me, Ministry of Magic.

Love will make you reckless. It can drag out parts of you that common sense and fear usually keep hidden away. Because love is selfless and selfish.

More than Peanut M&Ms,

So you’re a stalker?” I asked with a hard stare. He smirked, a knees-turning-to jelly kind of smirk. “I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence.

He bent down so I could hear him over the music. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a hard tone. Okay. Not the best first line. Something like, you look beautiful, have my babies would have been a little bit better.

His hand had been resting two inches above my shorts. Which is about five inches above my vagina. So... yeah, he was basically touching my vagina.

Thank you, Josh. Thank you for ruining my capacity to trust so that any guy that comes after you will automatically have the cards stacked against him.

Ignore the tall, dark, and handsome vibe. Book boyfriends exist for a reason.

He didn’t even know the effect those dimples had on my girly parts. One word: Ijustgotpregnant. Yeah, that’s one word.

His cologne was practically hijacking my ovulation cycle and I had to fight the urge to let my face collapse onto his shirt and inhale.

Cue dream sequence of Liam running slowly on a beach carrying me in his arms. I love how he's strong enough to carry me with one arm while using the other arm to feed the seagulls. He's such an animal lover like that.

You’ll never get anywhere by staying in your comfort zone!!

Does your cockiness have a dimmer switch or is it always set to 'high'?

Dude! If you scream in my ear again I will punch you in the uterus.

I was supposed to be Nancy Drew, and instead I was Nancy Draw-the-blinds-and-put-it-in-me. Wait, what?

That’s not surprising to hear. Your daughter is definitely in love with me, Mrs. Bryant. She hasn't told me yet, but she will soon.

I thought he jaunted around on yachts and baptized babies all day. Babies that would one day grow up to be swimsuit models, thanks to his touch.

I'm not playing around with you, Kinsley. I want to be with you," he whispered in my ear before releasing my arm. I stumbled into the hallway, trying to gather my wits.

Kinsley Grace Bryant, you crazy beautiful loon, marry me so we can make hundreds of little soccer prodigies.

My night was fine too,” I volunteered. “Thanks for asking. I went to a strip club and then I robbed a bank with a bunch of strippers. We didn’t take much, since y’know strippers don’t tend to have many pockets.

Oh good, apparently when you have sex with Brooklyn Heart, you leave with a fruit basket. What a lovely experience.

I can’t help but feel a kinship with Sirius Black—except instead of being locked away with thousands of soul-sucking dementors, I’ve only got one, and he’s currently staring at me.

Why should I care about keeping my life on a perfectly straight course when it kept throwing wild curves at me?

I liked peanut butter. Peanut butter never got another woman pregnant. Peanut butter never made me cry. Nobody cared if you were photographed in a club with a jar of Jif.

Being alone with him was a bad idea, like playing around water when you can’t swim.

Oh, oops, how'd we get into this adorable position? Strategic planing, my friend.

The guy was sexy with a capital S-E-X-Y. Yes, that’s right, all of his letters deserved to be capitalized.

You’re mine and you don’t even know it. I’ve never told you.

He was the northern star. I had no choice but to become enveloped in his brightness and let it coax me toward him. Wanting him was an unconscious impulse, like taking my next breath.

Kinsley, I'v never liked any girl more than I like M&Ms." "Am I getting close?" I joked. "I'd say I like you more than regular M&Ms, but you're going to have to really step it up if you want to beat out peanut M&Ms.

Cheat on me once, shame on him. Cheat on me twice... what the actual fuck is going on?

I like a girl with baggage, Abby Mae. Keeps things interesting.” His comment was too much; it stripped away my normal sarcastic responses. I was left with nothing but the bag in my hand, so I tossed it at him.

I know, I know. They should make a hallmark card for that experience since it’s so cliché: “Whoops, sorry your high school boyfriend can’t keep it in his pants… here’s a cute puppy wearing a bowtie.

I knew it was loads easier to crumble under the weight of grief than it was to stand up with it on your back, but every day you carry it forward you get stronger and stronger, and eventually it doesn’t feel as heavy as it once did.

The last thing I needed was for a horde of Justin Bieber fans to take over my Twitter feed with death threats.

One word: Ijustgotpregnant.

Haven’t either of you been with someone you’re so attracted to you can hardly stand it?

Roses are red, Daisy is you, I heard you came back, and I did too.

I didn't plan to be this dysfunctional at 27, but dysfunctionality has a way of creeping up on you. One second, you're 22, wrapping up your undergraduate degree from a top business school, and then suddenly, you're sitting alone in your car at 27, wondering how five years slipped trough your fingers without so much as a blink.

This is the life,” I said, glimpsing the dark shadows of the night through the tent.

It was the feeling you get when you fall face first into bed after a long day. That’s what being near Beck felt like.

Oh weird… I was there with Leonardo DiCaprio. He must have been in the bathroom when Sofie was spying on me," I

I came for you. I love you, Beck. I needed you to follow your dreams so that I could follow mine alongside you.

I know what it means to value the person you're with.

Why the hell was the nun dancing onstage?” 

got that dark, second-day stubble that gives him just the right amount of ruggedness. He looks like a perfect combination of a New York intellectual and a sexy Bear Grylls.

He seemed like the type that kept people at arm's length, maybe out of arrogance or maybe from personal choice- either way, I wanted to know him so that those eyes were narrowed and focused solely on me.

Fiiiine, but don't forget to use protection... you don't want your computer getting a virus,

I tried out the standard blow-into-the-palm-of-your-hand to test my breath and yes, on a scale of one to ten, I could kill a small puppy with that wretchedness.

The man’s father runs the program for 30 years, steps down, and within a day his son’s got the job? What is this, North Korea?

I told you that in confidence.” She shrugged. “And then I told Molly and Rosie in confidence too. So now I’m confident we’re all up to speed.

Can I say I’m a reformed bad boy without sounding like a tool?

When was the last time I'd had a relationship like that? I think I had shown that much affection to a Snicker's ice cream bar once, but it had been a tragically one-sided affair.

gone from Josephine to Cinderella. Except, while Cinderella had evil stepsisters and one fairy godmother, I had Martin and fifteen bitchy birds flitting around me.

The scene we stepped into was straight out of 50 Shades of Grey - Geriatric Edition.

Georgie, have you gone insane?” I smiled. “No, brother. All is well.” “Then why on Earth are you in Italy?” “To find love, of course.

I’ve been deprived of this kiss for so long, and now that it’s happening, I’d like it to last for at least one to two decades. We’ll barricade the windows and door. We’ll tear the pages from the English textbooks stacked against the back wall and make a cozy sex nest. We’ll survive by taking little nibbles of each other every now and then, like little love cannibals.

The morning light played up his hazel eyes and for a moment I was caught in his allure. The dark brows, the dark hair, the tan skin. A weaker woman would have thrown herself at him a long time ago.

Something about you caught me by surprise Though I always knew you’d be my demise. “I didn’t want you to love me Didn’t want you thinking of me   So I kept my distance Tried to ignore your existence I was blinded by my pride With you, the Jekyll to my Hyde   But that’s where you found me Baby, that’s where you unwound me   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to look at you, that’s a dance with death   I’d risk it all, For you I would You’d make me fall, And fall I would   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to be by you, that’s a dance with death. “I thought once was enough You turned to me and called my bluff, Maybe I should have walked away but I couldn’t resist, I needed replay after replay   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to give you up, that’s a dance with death   We were over from the start I never said I’d give my heart So now it’s time for this to end After all, a friend is just a friend   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to give you up, that’s a dance with death   So now it’s time for this to end After all, a friend is just a friend.

I feel like shit that has come to life, eaten some other shit, then shat out more shit.

Nobody puts baby in a corner.

My palms are sweating. My knees are weak. My arms are heavy. Eminem’s the only one who understands me right now.

And that's how Nelson the vagabond became my first friend in New York City. Hello, full social calendar.

Because he’s the love of my life. And he’s my dog. Well,

The harder the shell, the softer the heart.

We’ll take as long as you want. We can be engaged until you turn ninety-nine and you can’t even walk down the aisle. I’ll carry you or wheel you down. Just tell me you’ll marry me.

We're best friends, kissing the exact same way we do everything else; we take liberties, we go too far, we blur and redraw the borders of our comfort zones.

I come to the conclusion that there are no mistakes in life, just decisions.

Side note: funeral homes don’t appreciate you suggesting you’ll just make the caskets yourself

Is she into chocolate?” What the fuck kind of question is that? Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate?

As Shakespeare said, Shit’s fucked, yo.

Ian and I became friends three and a half years ago, close to 1300 days if some loser out there was keeping count.

Ian! Why are you breathing hard! Are you having a heart attack or is she there?!” “Both.

She was probably used to testing her maturity and newfound confidence around hesitant boys closer to her age, but the lesson to be learned was that unlike boys who are intimidated by feminine boldness, men like me are inflamed by it.

No, I assure you. I have yet to have a relationship in real life, but I've read lots of Cosmo and I used to take a ton of those quizzes about love." "Wow... that's really reassuring. NOT.

Who are you going swimming with?” Kinsley asked again. “You’re not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition,” I replied. “Stop changing the subject! With whom do you plan to swim?!

I’ve grown… accustomed to you.” Jesus. Did those words actually just leave my mouth? She groaned and squeezed her eyes closed. “Oh god, Erik. Did you just give me the My Fair Lady treatment?

Was that a personal call, Cammie?” he asked with a shrewd glance. I had a brief moment of panic before composing myself. “Yes. It was my gynecologist. He wanted to discuss my latest pap smear. Do you want to know how the cells on my cervix are doing?

Does the ending even matter? Shouldn’t the middle be the happy part? It’s the biggest chunk of our life, and yet no one ever asks if two people had a happy middle. They care too much about the ending.

Don’t you worry about ol’ Jorge. He got enough fruit to last him a year.” “What does that mean? Is fruit slang for anal or something?

So now we just need to figure out what the hell people wear in Montana.” “Brokeback-chic?” I offered.

He didn’t even know the effect those dimples had on my girly parts. One word: Ijustgotpregnant. Yeah, that’s one word. “Well

I hope your plan involves a time machine so you can go back and kill baby Caroline - and baby Hitler too, I suppose, if there’s time.

I frowned. Had someone broken into my house to… use my oven?

Little did they know I wasn’t above backing over nasty reporters. Spoiler: the rest of this story takes place from a jail cell.

I hate Diane. I fling her cinnamon roll out into the pasture—I will not eat the bread of my enemies,

I don’t possess the willpower for long-term grudges.

It’s like looking out a single window and thinking you know what the whole world looks like.

I needed you to follow your dreams so that I could follow mine alongside you.

When I was with him, there were no consequences

Hello?” “Daisy Bell.” I haven’t heard his voice in 11 years. “May I ask who’s calling?” “I think you know.” “Lucas Thatcher. I don’t recognize the number. Am I your one call from jail?” “I called from a payphone. I don’t want you tracing this.

He’s met someone,” she said during one of our Skype calls in my second year of medical school. “Another demon?” “I think he really likes her.” “Watch out for a lobotomy scar, or the mark of the devil. It might be tucked beneath her hair.” “They’re coming home at Christmas so he can introduce her to our parents.” “Hold a mirror up to her and see if she has a reflection.” A

- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor? - You said you followed me on a whim. - That´s the truth, but there´s more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn´t think much of it until you pausen on your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn´t look away. I knew in that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in wich I didn´t cross that street and meet you.

I want to wrap my hands around his neck and prove to him just how un-adorable I can be when provoked. Scrappy is an adjective that comes to mind when people try to describe me. I’m quick in a fight. I can sneak under arms and karate chop you in the kidneys—at least I can in my head.

I had tears streaking down my cheeks and everyone was subtly getting the hell out of my way, pulling their children away from me like I was deranged. I'm not going to attack your kid just because I'm crying. Jeez.

After that, he turns back to me, locks his gaze with mine, and asks simply, “How is someone supposed to confess their love? Should I have ordered up dinner or dessert for us? Have you eaten? I haven’t even thought to ask.” What?!

Rosie perked up and clapped excitedly. “When I was younger, the older girls in our gym kidnapped us from our houses in the middle of the night and took us to IHOP.” She beamed. “All-you-can-eat pancakes.” Lexi leveled her with a glare. “How has life failed you so miserably?” “It was fun,” she said, defending herself. “I had whipped cream on mine.” Oh Rosie.

You should know I never intended to fall in love again. I never imagined I’d have a reason to move on, and when you came along, I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know how to handle you. You were… a lot to take in at once. I tried to keep my wall up, but you blew right past it.” She grinned. “Tramontana.” Her Italian accent had improved dramatically. “Exactly.” I leaned forward and cupped her cheek, stroking my thumb across her skin. “You’re the woman I love now, Georgie. The only woman.

I held out the plate. “We made dinner and I figured you might want some.” His brows rose in shock. “What did you put in it?” I groaned. “What is it with everyone thinking I’m trying to kill you?” He smirked and I looked away. “Obviously, if I wanted to kill you, I would do it in a much more painful way than poisoned eggs,” I continued with a soft smile. “So eat it or throw it away. I don’t care.