“You love me?” … “Yes. More than life.”

If I’d known Ashton wanted my attention at any point I would have pushed Nicole aside and given her my undivided attention. But most of the time she was wrapped in Sawyer’s arms and I needed the distraction Nicole provided.

He doesn’t deserve it. he can have any girl in the world’s love and he took yours. someone who deserves so much more than a summer fling

I laughed out loud and shook my head, “You’re crazy!” He nodded, “About you.

There’s a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate.” – Cage York

She was crazy. I could be too. It was my greatest fear, that I’d snap one day too. Just like she had. I wanted to live life because if that day came I wanted to have lived once.

He’d made sure i had something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

I’ve been loved in life, but all that matters now is that I’m loved by you.” -Eva

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

Girl, there ain’t a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

He wasn’t what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

The fact I want…no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college

Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.

Last night I’d made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”

The more I paint the more I like everything.

I needed him like i’d never needed anyone.

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to “‘clean'” it, and suddenly you can’t find anything?

Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.

If you want to make an audience laugh, you dress a man up like an old lady and push her down the stairs. If you want to make comedy writers laugh, you push an actual old lady down the stairs.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

Photoshop is just like makeup. When it’s done well it looks great, and when it’s overdone you look like a crazy asshole.