rock-star

I want to hear one more of your storiesTangle up in your dreams, give up the fight__our one more glass of that wineAnd I might not go home tonight...

Love isn't all sparks and firecrackers. Sometimes it__ more subtle than that.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

Not a single person has died of boredom reading this book.

Just drive, rock star. Drive fast. Very fast. Because I__e got a shopping list ten miles long of the things you__e going to be doing to me.

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul_

Does he know you__e with me? Does he know about me? Does he know we fuck each other in our dreams every night? ~ Ripp Collins

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul_ ~ Ripp Collins

There comes a time in a girl__ life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together

We fell in love with that little peep-show projection on the inside of an iris, pictures that amount to nothing more than the thirsty moon over a spot of bloody ground. Those weren__ the nothings we restless sleepwalkers knew, no place no home no song. So we heard her and we followed until she went where we couldn't follow.She went down beyond the mountains and disappeared between the crease of sky and land, like a great eyelid folding shut. No one knows what happened out in the Black Hills, but I imagine she lies buried in a rusty coffin under the stars. And on nights when the desert crickets sing her tune, they say one day she will rise again. On that day, there is no telling the kind of vengeance she'll demand of us. Fair is fair.They say when she fell from Heaven she wore a crown of jagged stars that slit the skies throat. They say she loved them all, in the secret corners of their shallow sleep. Strangers, at the last. They say a lot of things. They__e all lies. Everything is already written.

How did Adam do it? He seemed to be able to look past Miles's weirdness and insecurities and awkwardness to see Miles, himself, what he was-whatever he was-inside.

I should ask if it was good for you," Miles murmured, "but given that evidently you acquired the answer to life, the universe, and everything, it must have been-excuse the word-cosmic.

You know, Piggly Wiggly never could hang on to a night stock manager. Your math skills would be a plus, maybe even your Spanish, and you don't mind staying up late.""Piggly Wiggly, wow. I hadn't thought about that. I'll swing by, pick up an application tomorrow. But if it doesn't pan out maybe ... Never mind, it's a crazy idea.""No, tell me. I want to hear it.""Well, just as a backup plan, I did hear that Sony has an opening. They're, um, they're looking for a rock star. The hours suck, but it's no worse than night stock manager at Pigs. I bet it pays better too."Isabel stopped in her tracks, playfully slapping his arm. "Aidan, that's genius! That's what you should do! I've heard you sing, you can carry a decent tune." She looked him up and down. "With a little work, you can probably pull off the image."He tugged on her arms until she was in his. "Only if you're sure. Only if it's what we want.""Aidan, it's who you are. I've known it since the day we brought that first guitar here. I'd never want to take that away.

My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There__l be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you_