We are Adam and Eve born out of chaos called creation Ribbing me gave you life yet you forget there will always be a part of me in you yes I taunted and tempted you with my forbidden fruit does that make me the serpent too? Believe what you will but if I am exiled alone I know we will be together again someday naked without shame in paradise My thanks to you for being in on my sin
Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.
It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.
You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.
Fear is the greatest form of oppression. The best way to rise up in protest is to live your life to its fullest!
You have stopped the arrow of time... There's no meaning to this rhyme... Because my song will never mean as much as the one.. He once sang.. For you, yes, you.
All subjects are the same. I memorize notes for a test, spew it, ace it, then forget it. What makes this scary for the future of our country is that I'm in the tip-top percentile on every standardized test. I'm a model student with a very crappy attitude about learning.
You can only be in a bad mood for so long before you have to face up to the fact that it isn't a bad mood at all; it's just your sucky personality.
And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever
And yet I know I am too young, that we're too young, for me to live my life only as it relates to you. If you had asked me to marry you the night you first told me about your acceptance, I would have embraced Princeton as part of a larger plan that involved me. I probably would have reacted differently. I might even had said yes. Alas, you didn't ask me then. You made plans for your future without me in mind, And that's okay. But how can you now ask me to arrange my life around you?
It just makes me wonder what subject you blame for talking to me every night.' I'm still settling on an answer for that one. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I can't believe I just wrote that.
You don't have to agree with me, but I think the heart of who we are stays pretty much the same," Hope said, "What changes is how those core traits manifest themselves over time.
Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow
The great thing about fiction is that you can start off by telling the truth, then start making stuff up like crazy whenever you feel like it.
So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said. He nodded. Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was, Everything? Including you? Including me? And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes. Almost.
I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...
Don't stop doing what you love. Don't let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.
I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.
chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)
Hornergy' is Zen's term for the indomitable athletic edge powered by sexual restraint. The basketball, baseball and football teams haven't had a winning season in years. The table-tennis team, however, is undefeated.
Every day, I live a lie But not the crocodile kind.
And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.
Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.
It's just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.
Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.
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