I’m not an idiot, Kenji. I have reasons for the things I say.†“Yeah, and maybe I’m just saying that you have no idea what you’re saying.†“Whatever.†“Don’t whatever me—†“Whatever,†I say again. “Oh my God,†Kenji says to no one in particular. “I think this girl wants to get her ass kicked.†“You couldn’t kick my ass if I had ten of them.†Kenji laughs out loud. “Is that a challenge?†"It’s a warning,†I say to him. “Ohhhhhh, so you’re threatening me now? Little crybaby knows how to make threats now?†“Shut up, Kenji.†“Shut up, Kenji,†he repeats in a whiny voice, mocking me.
Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out. It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger. Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: "Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.
Life is a thing that mutates without warning, not always in enviable ways. All part of the improbable adventure of being alive, of being a brainy biped with giant dreams on a crazy blue planet.
Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.†“Ian,†Bones drew out warningly. He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.
All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.
Now turn around and go to sleep. I'm warning you that I plan to sleep with you in my arms all night long.
Warning signs that lover is bored: 1. Passionless kisses 2. Frequent sighing 3. Moved, left no forwarding address.
When we were almost to the other campus, I felt the weird nausea hit me. I called a warning to Christian, just as a Strigoi grabbed him. But Christian was fast. Flames wreathed the Strigoi's head. He screamed and released Christian, trying frantically to put the flames out. The Strigoi never saw me coming with the stake. The whole thing took under a minute. Christian and I exchanged looks. Yeah. We were badasses.