See? Things Are Already Looking Promising.

You…you Need To Move On,” I Managed. Yes, That Was A Sound Reason. “you Need To Find Someone Else. You Know I Don’t—that I Can’t. Well, You Know. You’re Wasting Your Time With Me.” He Remained Firm. “it’s My Time To Waste.

Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

All We Can Go On Is What We Think, How We See The World. If You Can't Trust Your Own Mind What Can You Trust?

There’s A Big Difference Between Death Threats And Love Letters–even If The Person Writing The Death Threats Still Claims To Actually Love You. Of Course, Considering I Once Tried To Kill Someone I Loved, Maybe I Had No Right To Judge.

Was It Weird Having A Witch Grandma? Scary? Was She Always, Like, Threatening To Cast Spells If You Were Bad?" "most Of The Time She Just Threatened To Send Me To My Room." "that Doesn't Sound So Scary To Me." "that's Because You Haven't Met Her.