#true

How many men are stupid enough to dump two Emerson girls?” Dad asked. “Too bad we’re not mobbed up. We could have his body dumped in the Farmington River. ↗

— Kristan Higgins

#men

I once had been in the middle of a mass chaos and terrible riots. There, I witnessed how men were truly such as beasts unleashed. ↗

— Toba Beta

#chaos #human #riots #true-fear #unleashed

Cuz I can count on one hand the men who’ve loved me, not in the Biblical sense—I don’t have enough digits for that—but who have truly loved me. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#biblical-love #love #men #men-and-women #men-and-women-in-love

Had a big trial. It was like an Errol Flynn movie. ↗

— Jeannie Walker

#murder-mystery #thriller #true-crime #movies

The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn't only be dangerous. They would be irresistible. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dangerous #dark #horror-romance #sex #sex-appeal

Just me, my music, and the voices in my head. ↗

— Christie Silvers

#fun #true #writers-on-writing #music

...I don't ever want to feel that way. Feel as if there are no surprises left. The surprises make life worth living. Expecting nothing, accepting it all. Accepting isn't the right word. ACKNOWLEDGING it all. I suppose I'll just try to figure it out as I go or at least try to understand it. Or f***, just think about it. I'll face whatever comes my way... ↗

— John O'Callaghan

#keep-going #life #live #living #love

When it comes to judging individuals, I do not like remarks such as 'too good to be true.' They speak as though one is rewarding the nature of evil. Yet, ironically, we still wonder where all the good people have gone. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bad-people #chances #discernment #evil #good

It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#common-sense #curiosity #deadly-sins #faults #gold

I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we'd had about the spider and the fly. The rows of empty seats were gone, and we were in a candlelit ballrooom, wrapped in our own cocoon of words. But the playful banter of our words couldn't mask what we both knew--that after this, nothing would be the same . And then we got to the kissing part, which we'd only read through together and had never really rehearsed. But it didn't matter, because I was still Juliet and Quinn was still Romeo, his gray-green eyes fixed on mine. And when he bent to kiss me, it was Romeo's lips on Juliet's. Even so, Juliet was just as stunned as I would've been. When I said the last line, I was speaking for both of us. You kiss by the book. ↗

— Jennifer Sturman

#kiss #love #quinn-riley #romeo-and-juliet #love