“I Hated That She Was Alone. She Was Always Alone, And She Shouldn't Have Been, Because She Should've

“She smiles and spoons a bite into her mouth. She pulls the spoon out and licks frozen yogurt off her bottom lip.

I wasn’t expecting this today of all days. To be sitting across from this girl, watching her lick ice cream off her lips and having to swallow air just to make sure I’m still breathing.”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

Cameron Diaz, Vanilla Sky

“This is lust,” she whispered, trying to validate it, excuse it.

“No, Corvina,” the side of his lips twitched. “I’ve known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.”

Madness.

Gothikana by RuNyx

#actual edgy and cool people vs me trying to be edgy and cool

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) THE COUPLES QUIZ (2021)

“It was always you, Gabriel.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, as if his soul was begging to be joined to hers.“It was always you, Julianne. Only you.”

“What are you doing sneaking into my backyard in the middle of the night, stealing my roses?”

Oh, fuck.

I’d completely forgotten about the flowers. Now, I feel them plastered to my rapidly breathing chest, my fingers wrapped around the stems in a death-grip.

I tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand and explain, “I only took the dying ones. Not the good ones.”

Mr. Edwards throws them a distracted glance like he couldn’t care less about the flowers. “Yeah? Why not the good ones?”

At his question, I lower my eyes to them. I finger the yellowed edges lightly. Some of the petals are so loosened and dry that a puff of air could make them fall apart.

Poor babies.

“Because no one else wants the bad ones,” I say.

“And you do.”

I look up. “Yes. I always want the bad ones.”

Bad things. Bad roses. Bad crushes.

His frown gets even deeper. I almost wonder if he’s doing himself a permanent injury by frowning this much. “Why’s that?”

“Because everyone wants something pretty. Something that’s fresh and beautiful. Something that’s perfect. But then, what about the things that are imperfect? Things that might not be as pretty or as conventional. Things that might be weird, outdated or outcast? They’re not in much demand, are they? They’re not wanted. But I do. I want them. So they don’t feel rejected.”

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

"I knew going out of the house was a bad idea. I don't even know why people go out and walk on streets and talk to other people when being alone is just so damn wonderful. When you're alone, no one's staring at you. No one's pointing fingers at you. No one's snickering or stopping you on the street and asking you questions."

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

His kiss turned frantic, his hands reckless. I tried to grab his belt again, and this time, he let me. I made quick work of removing it and opening the buttons on his shirt. When I reached the collar, he raised his chin. I removed the plastic piece and stripped him down to his boxer briefs.

His erection tented the fabric, pointing directly at the juncture of my legs.

“The realm of no return.” I gripped the waistband and met his eyes.

“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened. “I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”

Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin