word-junkies

One thing I've learned about myself is that I can accomplish anything I want to. The caveat is that I have to want to do it. I've never been able to forge desire.

If I could bronze my love, it__ be worthy of a silver medal._

My love is meatloaf flavored. I just wish my meatloaf was also meatloaf flavored.

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, __inner was great, but I could go for dessert.

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer._

I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.

I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy._

I__ a fake fact factory. The things I make are the things I make up. Also, as a side business, I make love. Actually, I just made that up.

My love is pizza shaped. Won__ you have a slice? It__ circular, so there__ enough to go around._

Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god._

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken._

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband__ murder._

Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.

When I was just a cute little caterpillar, you loved me. So I became a butterfly so you would never leave.

Our eventual fate will be the sum of the stories we told ourselves long enough.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn__ figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren__ so different after all.