If you swapped lives with your best friend, you wouldn’t call them a failure. You’d congratulate them on all that they’ve achieved. So why can’t you do the same for yourself?
If it was fate that brought us together, it wasn’t fate that made us stay together. That was us.
Everything was going good. Great, even. Felix’s fingers were clutching my hips, his lips gliding against my neck as tiny moans fluttered from my mouth. I was still throbbing from my second orgasm. This guy was a real keeper.
She doesn’t need you to play the role of the big strong man, because she can handle herself.
Right now, you can form your life into anything you want it to be. You’re in complete control.
Eight bucks for that teeny tiny shot you gulped down in two seconds? That can’t be right. Thank goodness you’re a lightweight.
A man doesn’t determine your value. Most of them don’t stick around long enough to see the real you anyway.
You don’t have to wonder if he loves you, because he shows it whenever he kisses your forehead as you’re falling asleep.
My relationship hasn’t changed who I am as a person. If it did, then I wouldn’t be with my boyfriend. I’d find someone else, someone who actually allowed me to be myself.
Even if he loves how sweet and innocent you act during the day, he’ll still want you to turn into an animal at night.