13 Quotes by Laurel Ulen Curtis

Saying goodbye to someone you love isn’t really the hard part. It’s living every day, not being able to say anything to them at all.

For such a strong, physically intimidating guy, he was so freaking soft. So playful, so generous with affection. So everything I wanted. And everything I didn't think I could handle.

If you asked me, denial was the best stage of grief. If prompted, the Wicked Queen’s mirror would definitely say it was the fairest of them all.

Being near him was like being in a cloud, making my vision blur and taking away some of reality's harshness with its mist.

Yeah, it's terrible really. Little fucking minions in there hacking away with their teeny individual pick axes, tearing away the lining of my uterus piece by piece, basking in glory every time I let out a little cry of pain.

Love it like over splits. You can't expect to give into it all in one sitting. But if you work at it, warm the muscles gradually, your body will eventually accept it as normal.' The bulk of his shoulder nudged my much smaller one lightly. 'It might even feel good.

Of course I wanted to embarrass my children one day. Isn’t that why people had kids? Besides free labor, I mean.

Chicks before dicks. Hos before Bros.Moms before Doms.

God, that was nice. I wanted him to use that finger to touch me other places. Dirty, dirty places. Well, not dirty literally. I’m not dirty or anything. I’m clean. Very clean. Illicit places. But illicit, illicit places doesn’t sound as good. Whatever. I wanted him to touch me. Like immediately.