drama

It was... the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.

Be innocent, wise and ninety-five.

Harper: You, the one part ofthe real world I wasn't allergic to.

...this two-way hatred. I don__ understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?

The imagination is closer to the actor than real life-more agreeable, more comfortable.

The author relates that the word "OBSCENE" springs from the concept in Greek drama that certain actions would be performed outside the scene or off the stage. He clarifies that the Greeks did not shy away from shocking actions, but they knew that portraying them in the audience's view would drown out the emotional subtlety of the character development and ethical dilemmas.

He held me much closer than Carl had. His grip was firm and possessive. It left no doubt in anyone__ mind who I belonged to and that alone sent a thrill through me that I knew was wrong. He imprisoned me in the unwavering chains of his gaze, leaving me powerless to break away while he scrutinized my soul. I wondered what he was looking for.__ou came.__he hand on my waist slid over the swell in my spine where it connected to the rise of my backside. His palm flattened against the spot and I was drawn even closer, eliminating what modicum of space there had been between us. My soft frame was cradled seamlessly into the unyielding length of his in all the places that counted, thighs, pelvis, stomach _ breasts. I couldn__ even breathe without feeling the skim of my hardened nipples against his chest. I couldn__ move without feeling his cock reaching for me through miles of fabric to prod into my midsection. He was long and hard and I grew wet from that knowledge alone.__abriel___ couldn__ leave without having this dance with you.__y fingers tightened around his shoulder. __hy?__is quiet exhalation whispered over the curve of my cheeks, smelling of mint and despair. __ecause the further away I got from you, the more it felt like if I kept driving, I would lose you for good and that scared me like nothing else.

Oh, come on. Drama is just life with the dull bits cut out.___ell, I__ ready for a long patch of boredom.

Kat and I talked about Jacob in our own private code."Are you baking cookies yet?" she said. That was standard for : have you fucked?"Oh yeah. We've made a couple dozen by now.""What kind?" In other words, was Jacob any good."Chocolate-chip," I said. "And he not only likes to bake them, he likes to eat them, too.""Congratulations.

Time flies when you__e being stupid.

I've never been in love, never in my life.Oh, I've dreamed of love, dreamed endlessly, day and night,but my soul is like a fine piano that's locked,and the key is lost.

War doesn__ start with an explosion_.It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.

Don't be fooled, Clara. No one's new and shiny. Not really.

He cupped her chin to still the movement. "Please, Ricky." he clutched her hand tighter to his chest. "Please... I'm not going anywhere." He leaned closer until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. "I promise.

I chose to stay with him for all the things that he had done right and not to leave him for the one thing that he had done wrong.

It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.

Life on the street is simple. You eat. You don__ eat. You sleep. You don__ sleep. You__e alive. You__e dead. It__ that simple!" - excerpt from: freefalling

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