SCORPIO: You’re the type who finds $100 bills on the sidewalk. You and all your friends could go tiptoeing through meadows in springtime, and you’re always the only one to find a four-leaf clover.
SCORPIO: Do you like hot weather? For your sake, I hope you do. Don’t bother bringing a jacket—you won’t need it where you’re going.
That’s why modern dating is bullshit because it literally kills everything that redeems us from the one thing love overcomes, fear.
CAPRICORN: You kick so much ass, it’s a wonder that there are any asses left.
LEO: You cum quickest if there’s a mirror involved.
I try to ensure that my husband knows he is loved, but the challenges and stresses of motherhood often distract me from such.
The kind of guy to make the guarded girl finally fall in love feels safe, and she hates that at first, because she’s so used to falling for people who make her feel daring, like she’s taking an adventurous risk by giving them a chance.
LEO: In the bedroom, you hold the whip. Schoolteacher, cop, prison warden—these are the roles you were naturally born to play. If he winds up with a few scratches and bruises, that’s what the little boy gets for trying to tussle with a lioness.
I hope you lie in bed at 4 a.m. missing me the way I miss you. I hope you constantly wonder how I am and what I’m doing the way I constantly wonder about you.
If I pulled apart the pieces of myself there would be evidence that you were there. So in a way you’ve never been gone really.