Tm Frazier Quotes

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.

Stop being alive, and start living.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.

I'm afraid I'm going to look at your perfect face, and you're finally going to see me as the monster I am.

You know what's worse than being a sick son-of-a-bitch? Knowing you're a sick son-of-a-bitch.

I like the way you make the silence bearable.

Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general.

Don’t get all fucking butt hurt about it, Bear. King doesn’t even trust me around her, and I only wanted to take her out on a date, and maybe put the tip in a little, but noooooo.

When you’re at war with the devil sometimes you gotta dial up a demon,

I found myself again in the most unlikely place. I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was hope.

Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.

Love isn’t about wanting a hero, it’s about wanting to be one for the other person.

Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important.

I'll always be here. You can't make me leave if you got the priest from the exorcist to come remove me. Cause I'm on step above demon... I'm Preppy.

I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.

We were looking right into each other. Broken soul to broken soul.

A revenge kill is the best kind of kill. But a revenge kill for your family, with your woman’s permission? That’s borderline erotic.

You and me… we’re a forever kind of thing.

Even though life hands you a big pile of shit, you don’t have to roll around in it and make shit angels.

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

Why do you want to touch me? I'm nothing. I'm no one.

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.

I wasn’t about to wear white and pretend to be an angel when I’d lived and fallen in love with the devil.

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.

This is where I buried my first body.

You’ll find out that I’m a lot of things, but I’m no fucking rapist. Before I fuck you—and I will fuck you, pup—you’ll be begging me for it,” he whispered against my neck.

I’ll love you with everything I have and all that I am. It ain’t much, but it’s yours if you’ll let me give it to you.

I'd much rather be known as the girl who wears sweatshirts than the vagina most likely to be recognized in a line up.

I will always find my way back you, baby. Always.

We're not just going to have a life, remember? We're going to live.

there is a difference between being bad and being evil. Just because he was a very bad boy, that doesn't mean he couldn't be a truly great man.

When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else.

Home is where you feel the most like yourself. Home is the thing that makes you happiest during this very short life. The person who makes you happiest. I’d never known what a real home was, and now that I’d found it, I was never letting it go.

This place was as confusing as King. Hard edges, unfinished and unrefined, yet mysterious and beautiful in it’s own way.

Tattoos. Anyone who doesn’t like my art can kick rocks.

Baby, I’m sorry,” he said dropping his forehead to mine in a rare moment of vulnerability. His voice was rough and shaky. “Help me. Please. I don’t know what I’m doing here.” “What are you trying to do?” I asked. He raised up, just enough to look me in the eye. “I’m trying to love you.

We’re not given forever. We’re given just a finite amount of time on this earth. It’s up to us to decide how we are going to spend that time, and who we are going to spend it with.

You did not take what was mine and not expect to pay in blood, sweat, or pussy.” I have missed the fuck out of you King!!

In this world, there is very little I believe in, Pup. But I believe we belong together." "You don't believe in God?" I asked. "No, Pup. The only thing I have faith in, is you.

King filled me so completely. Not just my body. My heart. My soul. My life. I didn’t give a shit if I ever got my memory back. Because with King, I knew exactly who I was. I was his.

Love. It was the only kind of torture I wasn’t familiar with.

Until you, I felt like nothing. I was nothing. You gave me everything and I plan to do the same for you. You’re too good for me, but I plan to make that up to you with how good I’m going to be for you. With you. Because of you.

I finally realized that it’s possible to love within a space that sometimes holds nothing but emptiness.. or nothing but darkness. After all, we all have darkness within us. Some of us more than others.

A family by choice, not chance. A choice to love, and to be loved in return. A choice to take care of and enjoy one another, not to put up with or to suffer through one another.

But then I shut up, and I did what I was told. Because pancakes.

I know that you don’t love often, but when you love, you love with all your heart. Cause I can feel it.

I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

We can talk later. Do I need to bend you over and fuck you like an animal to remind you whose pussy this is?

Hope had been stripped from me at every minute of every hour of every day for my entire life.

We may not have been perfect, or even acceptable by anyone else’s standards. But together, we were perfect. Together, we were just us. Battered and broken. Dark and difficult. Impulsive and scared.

Why do I want to touch you? Are you fucking kidding me right now? I want to help you. I want to hold you. I want to make it all okay for you. I want to fucking touch you because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I can’t imagine never being able to hold your hand or kiss you. And yes – I want to fuck you, too, like I’ve never wanted anything in my whole life.

Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace. My life and my love.

Yeah, man. That’s fucking amazing. Yes, that. I’ll help you. We can do it together. You run the shit. I’ll help you run the shit. Then, we’ll buy a big ’ole Star Wars stilt home and live there, and no one will be able tell us what to fucking do ever again!

I’ve been a ruined man for a long time. I can’t ruin you too.

you will probably be eaten by either wild boar, coyotes, or at the very least these fucking annoying pterodactyl mosquitoes.

No, I’m not happy. I’m far from fucking happy. I’ve been far from fucking happy since I got out of prison. If I think back, I wasn’t exactly happy before prison either, and it’s your fucking fault!” “How the fuck is that my fault?” Now, he’d gone too far, blaming me for his life years before I was even in it. “Because you are the one who made me realize I was fucking unhappy. Because with you, I think I can actually BE happy!

I can’t stay away from you anymore. I tried, and I can’t do it. I want you. I need you to tell me all that hesitation bullshit is over and that I can have you. Stop being alive, and start living.

I was ready to finally acknowledge my complete lack of control over this larger than life connection we shared. I wasn’t giving in to him. It was a fight I couldn’t win. It was a fight I didn’t even want to fight.

don’t give a fuck who you are, asshole.” I seethed. “And you’re not as smart as you seem to think you are. Tell me something, who exactly was it who appointed you judge of all people?” I thought my words would start an all out war but instead King didn’t look angrier, he looked only mildly amused. “Well you are partially right. Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.

I would kill for you, Bee. Happily.” He ran his fingers down my cheek. “I need you to know that.

We don’t fit any mold. But, where you are concerned, it’s simple.” He kissed along my jaw line. “I want you, Abby. No bullshit . I want you just the way you are.

Don’t make me junk punch you Captain Obvious.

How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. —Johnny Cash

We were two tortured souls. Both in more ways than one person should ever have to experience. But we found each other.

I may be a lot of things, Doc. A criminal. Sure. A very good dresser. Absolutely. A man with a huge cock. Fuck, yes.” His face grew serious. “But I’m no fucking liar.

I’m stronger for what I’ve been through. I’m stronger because of you.

I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath, to have not been his very last.

I’ve been in a maximum security prison. I’ve been around the worst of the worst. I’ve had to sleep with one eye open, thinking my next breath could be my last.” “Why are you telling me all this?” He turned toward me and our eyes locked. He reached out and ran the back of his pointer finger along my cheek. “Because I want you to know that none of those motherfuckers ever scared me as much as you do.

As long as you’re not out there hopped up on the heroin or campaigning for Donald Trump, your father and I are content to live in ignorant bliss,

I know how it feels to be a biker, and not a man. I know how it feels when you find the person who makes you realize you can be both.

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't flowery. But it also wasn't lies. It was just us.

Like something happened to Preppy. That wasn’t your fault, dick slick. It was mine. I literally couldn’t dodge that bullet. See what I did there? Oh my shit I’m hilarious.

about as useless as a monk with a ten-inch cock.

Above all else, I felt his love. He’d said he couldn’t keep me. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t always be his.

They call the figure that takes our loved ones from this world the angel of death, when really he’s just a corrupt errand boy who hides deep within his hood when he comes to take souls to the other side.

She didn't show me that I was capable of love. She was the one who made me capable of love.

He stepped into the room like he was stepping out of the gates of hell and onto earth where the very presence of us mere mortals pissed him off.

There has never been anyone like you ,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that.

I think you are the most stubborn, overbearing, anger inducing, obnoxious, complicated, and beautiful man that has ever lived.” “I think you are beautiful, too,” King breathed.

She was the girl I was in love with. The girl I would always be in love with. Until my very last breath.

I don’t think anyone’s had the stranger danger talk with him. Because rule number one is that you don’t jump into strange unmarked vans with the bad guys,

I may not know shit about shit, but I can tell you that when a girl goes running from a party with only a bottle of whiskey for company, something is most definitely bothering her. In my experience, that something usually has a cock attached to it.

I’ve done it all and you look at me like I’m somehow a good person and it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out because it’s all a lie. The truth is that I’m not the good guy. I’m the fucking bad guy,

I’m not stopping at kissing. I’m not stopping until you’re mine in every fucking way. I’ll try not to hurt you, but this is happening right fucking now. I’m warning you that I want you so much, my version of gentle still might be really fucking hard.

I have learned in my life that there are two kinds of people. The weak and the strong. Those who are truly strong try and lift others to make them feel just as strong. Those who are weak do their best to make others feel as helpless as they do. Surround yourself with the strong. Fall in love with the strong.

The funny thing about life is that even though something entirely earth-shattering rocks you to your core, something that shakes you off your axis, the world around you somehow doesn’t feel the impact.

If I had to choose a moment in time when I knew my life would be different going forward—when I knew I would be different—this would be it.

I would walk to the ends of the earth for Abby. I would burn the motherfucker down for Georgia.

Our love had no rules. … There was a reason I was put on the planet exactly how I was, how I am. To protect my family.

In some ways, she was naive. Innocent even. In other ways, she was the devil himself.

There is one more thing I need you to know.” His lips hovered just above mine. “You need to know that I don’t give a fuck if your memory returns while I’m gone, cause it doesn’t change shit for us. But from this point out there is only one thing I need you to remember.” “What’s that?” “This.” King gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that had me trembling with both desire and fear.

suffer from the same condition Pup does.” “And what’s that?” Bear asked, following me out and leaning up sideways against the railing. “We both forgot who the fuck we were.” Bear dialed a few numbers; I could hear the ringing through the speaker as he held it up to his ear. “You remembering now?” “Yeah, I’m remembering now.” “And who exactly are you?” Bear asked. “I’m the fucking bad guy.

He was so far inside of me, body, heart, and soul, that I was almost afraid of how deep our connection was. It was about more than sex. It was about us, and we were a lot like our sex in a way. It hurt. It felt amazing. I never wanted it to end.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you, pup.” King confessed. “You make me fucking crazy and I feel shit that I can’t--” He paused. “Prison fucked me up, made me rethink things, but you’re managed to fuck me up more than prison ever did. For some reason, I want you around.

There are times when a lie can’t be helped. Honesty is a fickle bitch like that. I don’t believe in filtering, though. When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else. I’m just me. I say what I want to fucking say. I do what I want to do and I don’t fucking apologize for it.

Fuck anyone who thinks anything on someone like you could ever be anything beautiful. You should be proud of them, baby.” “Proud?” “Yes, proud. They make you powerful. Each line is a road travelled, an experience you had, whether it was good or bad. Each mark is proof of pain in the past, not the present. You are a survivor, you are a warrior. These are the scalps hanging from your fucking belt. You took the beatings and here you are, in front of me. You are fucking amazing.

Baby, when you feel that temper of yours crossing over to that point of no return, then you take that shit out on me. If you have to unleash whatever is going on in that pretty brain of yours, then you you unleash it on me. You give ME your anger and you don't leave me out again. You hear what I'm saying? Come at me, Rage. Give me all you fucking got, and I'll give it right back. Take it out on me. On my body. I promise, I can take it. I want to take it.