beautiful disaster

After climbing off his bike, I smacked his shoulder. “Did you forget I was with you? Are you trying to get me killed?”“It’s hard to forget you’re behind me when your thighs are squeezing the life out of me.” A smirk came with his next thought. “I couldn’t think of a better way to die, actually.”“There is something very wrong with you.

— Jamie McGuire

God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.

— Cassandra Clare

He held me tight against him until I quit struggling, and then he flicked the strap of my dress, causing it to hang off my shoulder.'' Since the word virgin came out of those beautiful lips of yours... I have a sudden urge to help you out of that dress.

— Jamie McGuire

He watched me rake my fingers through the tangles in my hair and smiled. “Quit it. You’re fucking beautiful.”“Just point me to the nearest eighties rock video,” I said.

— Jamie McGuire

His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?

— Jamie McGuire

His fingers lightly grazed my cheek. "I didn't know you before. When you're not there, I can't concentrate. I'm wondering where you are, what you're doing...if you're there, and I can see you, I can see you, I can focus. I know it's crazy, but that's how it is." "And crazy is exactly the way I like it," I said, leaning up to kiss his lips." Obviously," America muttered under breath.

— Jamie McGuire

I don’t understand you, Pigeon. I thought I knew women, but you’re so fucking confusing I don’t know which way is up.”“I don’t understand you, either. You’re supposed to be Eastern’s ladies’ man. I’m not getting the full freshmen experience they promised in the brochure,” I teased.

— Jamie McGuire

I had died and woken up in High School Musical

— Jamie McGuire

I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Sheila rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.

— Jamie McGuire

I turned to see his expression. When I saw that he was serious, I shot hum a dubious look. “Sleeping in between the toilet and the tub on a cold, hard tile floor with a vomiting idiot was one of your best nights? That’s sad, Tram.”“No, sitting up with you when you’re sick and you falling asleep in my lap was one of my best night.” (…) “Thanks, Tram. I won’t make you babysit me again.” He leaned against his pillow. “Whatever. No one can hold your hair back like I can.

— Jamie McGuire