#laying

I don't know how Haley put up with you for the last few weeks. I would have killed you by now." "Haley worships me," he said with a snort. "Yeah, okay," Brad said, laughing. "That's why she dates other men and screws you over just to laugh at you." "Exactly." Brad looked over at him. "You are a seriously f*cked up man, aren't you? ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#rl-mathewson #dating

Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies ↗

— Rick Riordan

#death #delaying #humor #leo #the-mark-of-athena

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#just-listen #owen #role-playing #sarah-dessen #family

As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He was so screwed. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #life

I have always found it an honor that people have wanted to buy my shirt and an honor that fans turn up to watch the team I am playing in. I have always found that a huge honor. ↗

— David Beckham

#am #buy #fans #found #honor

These guys who keep on playing but aren't winning, you've got to sit them down and let them figure it out and perform a little gut-check on themselves. ↗

— Payne Stewart

#figure #got #guys #keep #little

Grown men, he told himself, in flat contradiction of centuries of accumulated evidence about the way grown men behave, do not behave like this. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#men

I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage. "You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he deftly snagged her carriage away from her and headed towards the men's department. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #love

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex." He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone. "Yes." He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?" Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other." He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?" "Uh...no." "God?" "Nope." "My liege?" "Wait.....no." He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #cooking

Because I was small, I was getting the hell kicked out of me playing football. ↗

— Burt Bacharach

#football #getting #hell #i #kicked