Anything that isn't writing is easy
Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.
Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?
It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over
But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.
What a tangle love is.
You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.
Who can prove Wit to be witty when with deeper ground Dulness intuitive declares wit dull?
On his brow a leaf of oaken, Cangeling child shall be his fate. Understanding words strange spoken, Chased by anger, fear, and hate.
I've had bad luck in my two previous marriages. The first wife left me, and the second did not.
This race is hotter than a Times Square Rolex.