The Last Eligible Billionaire Quotes

It’s hard to balance getting enough for yourself when your default is to give to everyone else.

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There’s nothing like making Monday your bitch to start the week on a high note, and if you fail at making Monday your bitch, you blame it on Monday being Monday, and start over on Tuesday.

If she meant well for you, she’d pay attention to what you want. Not what she wants for you.

This summer is supposed to be about me making all the messes and digging through them to find myself again.

And I like kissing. I like being close to someone. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. Intimacy.

She’ll never be the woman I love. But for the first time in a long time, I believe I’ve found someone I could call friend.

And not a small amount of happiness, but more excitement than I’ve ever felt over anything in my life since⁠— Dammit. Since I got my first pet.

to know that someone sees him for who he is and loves him for that with no ulterior motives.

But I just want you to know, you know the right things to do to love someone.

I’m so very vulnerable. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. But also safe.

Thank you for being you.

He pays attention to the little things, fixes what he can, and understands what I need before I realize I need it.

It’s like he’s removing all of his armor and letting me see him. All of him. The tender parts and the tired parts and the insecure parts.

Unselfish, whole-hearted, freely-given love.

Why do you love my son?” “Because he pays attention and he believes in me.

What I want, Begonia, is to marry my best friend, the woman I adore and cherish beyond reason, the only person on this earth who could make me believe in the honesty of love again. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me every single day. If you’ll have me.

It’s mind-boggling that simply accepting a person can mean so much, and yet here I stand, contemplating how easily I love this woman who’s accepted me and all of my broken and ugly parts too.

You should be more discerning in picking your friends. Only associate with the ones who appreciate what you do.

who makes me feel like I’m perfect the way I am and that I deserve to be loved for all of me, not just the convenient parts or the socially acceptable parts or the non-annoying parts.

I want to tie my life with yours forever.

craptastic day,

people just want to be accepted for who they are. It’s not that hard to tell someone they have a nice haircut or a great smile or excellent taste in butts.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It brings me so much joy to see people happy. Way worth the effort.

Somehow in the past two weeks, she’s gone from the world’s largest inconvenience to my reminder that the world is a place of joy.

Were you up early enough to see the sun rise? It was glorious this morning. Like Monet painted it. I know it’s totally cliché for an art teacher to say Monet’s her favorite, when I could pick Berthe Morisot or Alfred Sisley, or a non-impressionist, but Monet’s colors are like—looking at his water lilies collection is like seeing the full potential of my soul on display. They make me happy and peaceful and hopeful all at the

Real love looks a lot like changing your plans at the last minute to humor someone having an irrational panic attack, and then defending said flake to your mother, because you know no one’s perfect, but you’re willing to accept them just as they are, flaws and all, knowing that they’re doing their very best, every day, and wanting to help them along that journey every day for the rest of your life.

Congratulations, Begonia. You’re now my girlfriend.

I will not settle for anything less than all-consuming, no-holding-back, nothing-else-matters, we-are-in-this-together, I-love-you-so-much-it-hurts love.

How do people get to be rich and have their armpits smell like warm chocolate chip cookies?

I don’t drink coffee. I drink the blood of people who piss me off.

I like giving people peace. But I’m done doing it at the expense of my own happiness.

I want to be wooed, and I want to be someone’s equal.

All people just want to be accepted for who they are. It’s not that hard to tell someone they have a nice haircut or a great smile or excellent taste in butts.

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How do I know you’re the owner? What if you just know the owner? Or what if you’re casing the joint to figure out when the house will be empty next?” “You’ve found me out. I’m a burglar. I’m the tuxedo burglar, and I only burgle while wearing last night’s formal wear. Whatever shall I take first?

Begonia was loud even when she was quiet.

Dude. I do not understand straight women.

She’s the sun, and I’ve become a single blade of grass basking in her presence.