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1 " He lifts my chin and looks at me. “I don't want to break you, Lou-Lou.” He leans his forehead against mine. “But sometimes you have to break in order to be fixed. And if you trust me enough to fall apart, I swear...I'll put you back together again. "
― Ashley Jade , Blame It on the Shame (Blame It on the Shame, #1)
2 " Girls like me don't get the fairytales. Because the white knights never want the dirty, damaged girls. They know there's nothing left of us that's salvageable...nothing left of us that hasn't already been taken and destroyed. And saving us? Will only ruin them. "
3 " I'm so ugly,” she whispers through sobs.It throws me because that couldn't be further from the truth. “You're beautiful,” I tell her. “Not on the inside where it counts. My insides are dirty and ugly.” I brush her tears away and look into her eyes. “Then you don't see the parts that I do. "
4 " his tongue darts out and he circles and flicks that hole. I "
5 " The heart is the most peculiar and complex structure in the world. It could endure so much pain, but yet it still continued to beat...still held on to hope...and still continued to go on living when the rest of you would rather be dead. "
6 " Hell, if I didn't know any better I'd think he just clubbed her over the head before dragging her back to his lair like some kind of caveman. I'm surprised he didn't whip out his dick and piss in a circle around her. I mean, what the fuck was that?” “I "
7 " I want him to be my first kiss, my last kiss, and every single kiss in between for the rest of my life. Dread "
8 " I was his one and only and I was stuck with him. He called it my salvation...I called it my damnation. "
9 " The really tragic thing about hating someone? You have to love them first. "
10 " Learning how to take a punch the right way and bouncing back from it is just as important as throwing them. It teaches you that you have the ability to get back up again after you get knocked down. "
11 " Before I can stop myself I whisper, “How do I taste?” He props himself up on his forearms and his breath tickles my ear. “Fucking incredible.” He licks and nips at my neck. “But—” His eyes rake up and down my body. “That's the thing about forbidden fruit. It always tastes the sweetest.” I "