Ryen Misha Quotes

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.” “God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

Tell me I’m crazy for thinking you’re holding back from me as much as I’m hiding you.

Did you know that your open thighs are directly responsible for my renewable energy source?

And no matter how tough he acts, the stress of whatever situation he’s in is in there somewhere. Buried deep or right underneath the surface.

Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me. Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.

Don't change," Ryen wrote in a letter once. "There's no one like you, and I can't love you if you stop being you.

Winter, this is my cousin Misha Lare,” he said. “A couple years behind you in school, I think.” I held out both my hands, taking his and shaking it. I knew the name. He was younger, though, so we didn’t cross paths. “And his girlfriend, Ryen.

Winter, this is my cousin Misha Lare,” he said. “A couple years behind you in school, I think.” I held out both my hands, taking his and shaking it. I knew the name. He was younger, though, so we didn’t cross paths. “And his girlfriend, Ryen,” Will introduced her like she was an annoying little sister.