#hurting

I don’t reply. Surely Tucker wouldn’t bring someone back to a room knowing that I’ll be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn’t do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn’t drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He’s probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down. ↗

— R.S. Burnett

#hurting #dreams

People like hurting each other... but loving is not a waste. ↗

— Ai Yazawa

#hurting #love #love

The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it. ↗

— Alan Moore

#hurting #past #v-for-vendetta #hurt

When I was a kid, I would do stupid things on my bike. I'd jump any ramp, I'd jump over people, I'd jump over things - always crashing, never hurting myself badly but always wanting to take physical risks. ↗

— Eric Bana

#any #badly #bike #crashing #hurting

There were so many stories about Bing's daughter living in sin. We weren't hurting anyone. We were living in love. I couldn't understand why people were trying to hurt us and hurt our families. ↗

— Mary Crosby

#anyone #bing #daughter #families #hurt

I want him to lock his arms around me and throw away the key, because this is where he belongs and I'm scared he'll just let me go again. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #love

Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Divorce isn't the child's fault. Don't say anything unkind about your ex to the child, because you're really just hurting the child. ↗

— Valerie Bertinelli

#anything #because #child #divorce #fault

I used the diabetes as my weapon. Of course, I was only hurting myself and making myself sicker, but I guess it was something I had to go through. I never went overboard so much that I really hurt myself, but my early teenage years were very tough. ↗

— Dana Hill

#diabetes #early #go #guess #had

Do you remember when I told you that I sometimes believe that you’re not real? That I imagined you just to hurt myself?” Reed says softly with a bitterly self-effacing laugh that has nothing to do with humor. “I know now that you have to be real. This kind of pain cannot exist if you were imaginary,” Reed’s sexy voice breathes. I feel like I could reach out and touch him, he feels that close to me. “I know you exist, but you’re like a sunset to me now—beautiful and so distant that no matter how fast I fly, I cannot reach you. You are always on the next horizon,” Reed says sadly, and my breath catches in my throat as an unbelievable ache throbs in my chest. “Tel me where you are. I wil meet you— wherever you are in the world. I wil be there. Just you and me, I swear it. We don’t have to endanger anyone else— we’l make sure Buns and Brownie and Zephyr are safe. Just you and me, I promise…I wil meet you anywhere at anytime…I wil … ↗

— Amy A. Bartal

#beauty