Jamie Anthony McGuire (born 13 November 1983) is a former English footballer who played as a midfielder.
I couldn't imagine being a girl. The bullshit routine they had to go through just to get out the door consumed half of their lives.
The only woman I'd ever wanna marry just broke my heart.
The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.
I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
Teach that asshole some manners.
I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.
The only thing I'm afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
I had died and woken up in High School Musical
I decided a long time ago I would feed on the vultures until a dove came along. A pigeon. The kind of soul that didn't impede on anyone; just walked around worrying about its own business, trying to get through life without pulling everyone else down. With its own needs and selfish habits. Brave. A communicator. Intelligent. Beautiful. Soft-spoken. A creature that mates for life. Unattainable until she has a reason to trust you.
A mother's love is everything, Jared. It is what brings a child into this world. It is what molds their entire being. When a mother sees her child in danger, she is literally capable of anything. Mother have lifted cars off of their children, and destroyed entire dynasties. A mother's love is the strongest energy known to man. You must that love, and it's power.
You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.
Time will make it worse! You're. . . the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will. . . you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.
Did women deserve to be treated like sluts? No. Did sluts deserve to be treated like sluts? Yes.
Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?
I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.
My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.