#ex

I automatically assume people won't like me, so I don't talk to them unless they approach me first. I can't become a part of a crowd because I can't get past that feeling that I don't belong. ↗

— Stephanie Kuehnert

#drugs #sex #teens #teen

After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels. ↗

— Ann Richards

#dancing #politics #texas #women #women

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground. ↗

— Judith Thurman

#explore #travel #travel

I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine. ↗

— Bruce Lee

#individuality #peer-pressure #wisdom #wisdom

She wore her sexuality with an older woman's ease, and not like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hang it, or when to just put it down. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#sex-appeal #women #women

They sicken of the calm who know the storm. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#excitement #storm #women #women

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat. ↗

— Rebecca West

#been #call #differentiate #doormat #express

I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#lords-of-the-underworld #sexy #william #sexy

Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Gossip is sexy. Gossip is good. Not everybody does it, but everybody should! ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#serena #sexy

Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption." Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?" "No." "Not many girls? Or not many boys?" "Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would. "How many?" "Why—" "I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?" My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One." At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear. "He was doing it wrong. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#kiss #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #sexy #ya