#girl

Love is like a forest, I think as I kill trees by squandering toilet paper while “decorating” my ex girlfriend’s front yard.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crazy #decorate #decorating #forest #girlfriend

Yeah – Sure I remember Matter of fact it was just last September She still calls it the fall to remember Little Heather when it all came together You remember the first time you met her? She cried when it rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater Hardly lasted past December She said she was headed down to defeat That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam As she listened she looked like a distant queen With a difference, there for all to see She found a different – A different kind of free ↗

— ZOEgirl

#music #sad #september #zoegirl #dreams

He had secret loves all over town, the kind of curly-haired big-bodied girls who wouldn't have said boo to a loser like him but about whom he could not stop dreaming. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#women #dreams

If a girl wants to grow up to be a cowgirl, she ought to be able to do it, or else this world ain't worth living in. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#dreams #dreams

I remember her, not a girl but the girl. The brains behind the all time top ten comic book vixens only wish they could conjure a a siren the likes of Susan Glenn, beneath my feet my own private earthquake registered an eight when Susan Glenn was near. In her presence all was beautiful before she arrived turned grotesque and in her shadows others became goblinesque, if she approached Susan Glenn she didn’t walk she floated, accompanied by Pyrotechnics spectacals that left me feeling a foot tall. She embodied every desireable quality I have ever wanted. In my mind I was a peasant before a Queen. And so Susan Glenn and I were never a thing, if I could do it again, I’d do it differently. ↗

— Keifer Sutherland

#no-regrets #susan-gleen #the-girl-of-your-dreams #the-perfect-girl #beauty

there wasn't use trying to talk with a girl just because of something she'd said to me in a dream ↗

— Ross Raisin

#dreams

Their voices came in clearly from the golf course. The laughing and yelping made a raucous counterpoint to the metronomic tock-tock-tock of the bunny's never-ending hop. Once, in the light of the quarter moon, they appeared in silhouette on a domed, distant green, like figures dancing in someone's dream. And then quite suddenly they were gone, as if the dreamer had awakened. Nothing to see, nothing to hear. Someone called "Hey!" after them, but that was all. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#dreams

Girls will get together just to get together. Guys need an activity as an excuse. Otherwise it’s too homo for them to handle. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#friendship #girls #friendship

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#dating #drink #flirting #love #men-and-women

It's sweet and everything, but it's like you're not even there sometimes. It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things." "Like what?" I asked. My mouth was dry. "I don't know. Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. Or be the one who asks someone for a date. Or tell people what you need. Or what you want. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#being-confident #being-in-love #being-strong #being-yourself #how-to-get-a-girl