Twisted Emily Mcintire Quotes

But we’re all a little twisted, and there’s no such thing as good and evil. There are only perspectives, and perceptions change depending on the angle.

I want the rest of your firsts and your forever.

I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.

If I’m the devil, amore mio, cast stones at the one who made me.

My anxiety has always bled into my decisions,

She could burn Sultans to the ground with me inside, and I’d die happily, knowing she was queen of the ashes.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s twisted, and toxic; a poison masked in sugar, making you love the taste of death. But for the life of me, I can’t stop.

I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.

My love for you is dangerous.

Some people say that family is family, blood is blood. But I say that toxic is toxic, and no one is more important than my inner peace, even if it means I lose them for good.

I point to the en suite. “Shower.” To the closet on the right. “Clothes.” To the mattress. “Bed.” Her gaze follows, and she chews on her lip, nodding. I point to her now. “Stay.” “Woof,” she barks.

Sei bellissima quando implori.

She takes a sip of her tea. “I get it, dude. Love fucking sucks.” “How do you know it’s real?” I whisper, stomach twisting.   “Does it hurt?” “Like a bitch.” She smacks her lips. “Then it’s real.

For the people pleasers. Sometimes, it’s okay to be a little selfish.

Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.

You stubborn, silly man.” Sliding my fingers up his jaw, I cup the back of his neck, lifting on my tiptoes while I drag him down until his forehead rests on mine. “Don’t you know I’m yours?” I whisper.

The tension swirling around our bodies is overwhelming, and I don’t know what it is I’m feeling, only that nothing else has ever felt like it. Opening her eyes, she twists in my arms to look up at my face.

I love capturing memories. Emotion that’s usually fleeting being frozen forever in time. The wisdom in the gaze of a person who’s lived a full life. The look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. The joy in their face when they’re laughing at a joke. Photographs help us remember things we’d otherwise forget.

You’re an angel, gattina. And I’ll break your wings just to keep you by my side. So do us both a favor and walk. The fuck. Away.

I've known for a while now and just haven't allowed myself to think about the fact that when it comes down to it, the things that used to be important to me pale in comparison to her.

You don’t remind me of her.” My chest twists. He blows out a heavy breath, that forest green gaze spearing through me and pinning me to my spot. “I think you are her.

But that’s the thing about abuse, I guess. The pain always lasts even after the bruises fade.

It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking— what we’re willing to do— when it comes to those we love.

People only have the power you allow them to have.

She takes a sip of her tea. “I get it, dude. Love fucking sucks.” “How do you know it’s real?” I whisper, stomach twisting. “Does it hurt?” “Like a bitch.” She smacks her lips. “Then it’s real.

It’s rude for him to have a voice like that and a face like he does when his soul is so rotten.

There aren’t butterflies in my stomach. No soft pitter-patters  of flapping wings or gentle flips. Instead, he causes an inferno, raging through my system and disintegrating me.

I would do anything for you. Burn this life down to the ground and build a whole new world if you demanded it.

we’re all a little twisted, and there’s no such thing as good and evil. There are only perspectives, and perceptions change depending on the angle.

Emotions lead to messy decisions and stupid mistakes, and I don’t have time for either.

It is amazing what women in love will do.

Well, I’m sick and tired of every man in my life thinking they know what’s best for me.

Sometimes the greatest love comes from the most unlikely of places.

if I'm the devil amore mio, cast stones at the ones who made me

There were tears in her eyes though, and she promised it would only hurt for a little. But that’s the thing about abuse, I guess. The pain always lasts even after the bruises fade.

If I want to be your daddy, then I’ll take you over my knee again.

Don't say it,' I hiss, my stomach twisting until it tears. 'Don't you dare say it.' He smiles, and I swear to God the sight makes me want to die. 'The greatest thing I've ever done in my life was to love you Wendy darling.

If I tell you to sit, you’ll sit. If I tell you to jump, you’ll ask how high. If I want you to spin around in circles, then drop to your knees and suck my cock until I paint your pouty lips with my cum, you’ll do it with a smile on your vapid face.

That’s what cancer does. It ravages you from the inside out without caring who you are. It doesn’t matter whether you keep the world in the palm of your hand or if you have more money than God. It just feeds on death. And death always wins, one way or another.

twisted,

Lincoln grabs my waist roughly, jerking me into him. My fingers curl around his forearms as I gasp out heavy breaths, my heart slamming against my ribs. I twist until I meet his eyes, our faces so close I can see the faint white lines that run through his irises, and tingles race through me when his arms tighten around my middle. His gaze bounces from my mouth and back up, his fingers digging into the fabric of my clothes. “Th—thank you,” I stutter.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It's twisted, and toxic, a poison masked in sugar, making you love the taste of death. But for the life of me, I can't stop.

Don’t say it,” I hiss, my stomach twisting until it tears. “Don’t you dare say it.” He smiles, and I swear to God the sight makes me want to die. “The greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to love you, Wendy darling.

love capturing memories. Emotion that’s usually fleeting being frozen forever in time. The wisdom in the gaze of a person who’s lived a full life. The look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. The joy in their face when they’re laughing at a joke. Photographs help us remember things we’d otherwise forget.

Did you come, princess? he asks If you have to ask, the answer is no

That I won’t feel like I’m drowning from everything I always want to say but don’t.

I’m an overthinker on an average day, but add in the depressive episodes after binge drinking, and I’ll convince myself that I should never go in public again, simply from ruminating over all the words and conversations I may or may not have had.

I want your laughter and your love and your endless fucking light. I’m a greedy man. A selfish one. And I want it all. I want the rest of your firsts and your forever.

And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.

It doesn’t matter if I’m not his choice. I’m my own choice, and I’m the only person who’s never let me down.

After all, problems that show up are nothing more than puzzles asking to be solved.

Don’t say it,” I hiss, my stomach twisting until it tears. “Don’t you dare say it.” He smiles, and I swear to God the sight makes me want to die. “The greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to love you, Wendy, darling.

This doesn't feel like a one time thing. It feels like ownership.

Easy there, killer. You sound jealous. Isa and I have been friends for a long time, I can assure you there’s nothing to get your panties twisted over.

So do it then, killer.” My stomach twists and I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, my wrist snaps back, the gun flying from my grip. Shock punches through me, a harsh hold on my waist jostling my body, Lincoln’s broad chest pressing into my back as he presses my weapon against my temple. His breath coasts across my neck. “I’m getting real fucking tired of you pointing your gun at me.” I scoff. “It’s not like I’m actually going to shoot you.

She doesn’t talk back, and she doesn’t ask for much, but she can give love in the way only an animal can. By providing a gentle, calm companionship that doesn’t expect anything outlandish in return.

the heavy burden feeling a little less intense when someone else helps to shoulder the load.

It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking—what we’re willing to do—when it comes to those we love.

I promise…” I pause, reaching out and tapping my fingers against her cheek. “I’m not someone you want on your bad side.” “You’re not someone I want on any side,” she retorts. “No?” I lift a brow. “Silly decision for such an educated girl.

This woman,” I cut her off, “is allowed to interrupt me any time of the day. For any reason. Understood?

She was a strong woman, and I’m proud to call her mine.

You know the thing about snakes?” he’d said. “They’re feared. And that makes them powerful.

It’s hard enough accepting death; feeling as though you’re useless while you’re still around would be a bitter pill to swallow.

The direction from him is soothing, and I hate to admit it makes me relax, even just the tiniest bit.

it isn’t until this moment that I realize it was like losing a piece of myself when I let that passion slip away.

there’s a twisted sense of happiness that he’s refusing to let me take the fall. He’s protecting my relationship with my father as much as he can, even though he’s the cause of all the strife.

I’d see them train and wonder what it would feel like to be so powerful. To have such control over your opponent that you had no fear of being hurt.

Did you come, princess?" he asks. If you have to ask, the answer is no.

I’ve spent my entire life feeling less than. I spent countless years and killed numerous people, all to work toward gaining the upper hand and becoming something more. Who knew this whole time, all I ever needed was her. My wife. And she makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world.

Suddenly, heat pricks the back of my neck, and I twist in my seat, an unsettling feeling of being watched washing over me.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to shake off the anxiety that clogs every pore. There’s always been an incessant need inside me to please other people, to make sure that I’m well liked and that everyone around me is taken care of and happy, and although over the years, I’ve learned different coping mechanisms for easing the burden of my runaway thoughts, there’s never been anything that’s completely cured me of having to put everyone else before me.

I’ve been what I knew how to be.” He shakes his head. “But sometimes what you know isn’t enough. And not acknowledging my need for growth, so I could become the father you deserved,

Riya and I have been meeting for Sunday brunch since our college days out in Oregon.

I know I won’t get any relief until I find answers. I breathe deep, trying to find my center and not react out of shock. I’ve spent my entire life running away from problems, and it hasn’t gotten me anywhere good.

Invisible chains lift from my shoulders, breaking the tether I felt to her for so many years. Some people say that family is family, blood is blood. But I say that toxic is toxic, and no one is more important than my inner peace, even if it means I lose them for good.

My chest twists as I slip a joint from behind my ear and place it in my mouth, my tongue flicking the edge as it rolls across my lips. My private tutors called it an oral fixation, right before they’d try to lash it out of me, saying it was uncouth for a prince to be seen with things in his mouth. I tried to explain it kept me calm; kept away the obsessive thoughts and the anxiety churning like a stew in my gut. But they didn’t care how it made me feel, only what it made me look like.