She’s a cynic. A skeptic. But she wasn’t always that way. She used to be a romantic. She used to daydream about finding her forever person and kissing him at the end of the aisle.
She knows how smart she is. She knows how talented she is. She has high standards in every area of her life.
The guy that compliments how tight you are, because he doesn’t realize it means you’re not turned on. At all.
I’m not a good conversationalist — and it makes me seem like a shitty friend.
Standing beside my boyfriend’s limp body, there was a man. I could only see his legs, his sleek black trousers, and one hand, holding a glock.
She wants to use you as her pillow. Rest her head on your chest. Drape her legs across your torso. Interlock her fingers with yours.
She loves waking up to your texts, but she would rather wake up to your kisses.
She’s supposed to be the backbone of her friend group — the girl that cheers her friends up after breakups and reminds them that they don’t need a boyfriend to be happy.
You’ll feel the ugliest around boys that aren’t interested. Boys that send mixed signals. Boys that act like they couldn’t care less whether you stay in their life or left.
Don’t make her feel uncomfortable. If she has a horrible time giving you head, then she’s going to do it less often. She might even stop completely.