Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty, sexy, and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

For passion, like crime, doesn't sit well with the sure order and organized placement of everyday life. It welcomes every loosening of the social fabric...for passion sees in such disorder, a vague hope of finding a chance for itself.

He's like a car crash....you don't want to look, but you jst keep staring.

Let's watch a scary movie with popcorn on our laps, and I'll scream extra loud just so you'll hold my hand.

I'm not so sure that real exists anymore.

If there was one thing I could change about him, it would be the way he looks at me, because then maybe he would see that I'm worth it.

Set your lips on mine and kiss me like it's the end of the world.

I'm either going to keep falling in love with you, or try my hardest falling out

I tell you that you can talk to me about anything, but smehow it kills me when you tell me how great she is

It ain't him I miss, it's that young girl, wide eyed, first love, one time innocence