you two are going to be the death of me for sure
''I'm not a pipe dream,'' Neil said. ''I'm not going anywhere.''
''I didn't ask you.''
''Ask me,'' Neil insisted. ''or stick around long enough to figure it out for yourself.''
''I'll get bored of you eventually.''
''You sure?'' Neil asked. ''Rumor has it I'm pretty interesting.''
''Don't believe everything you hear.''
I murmured the last two lines under my breath. I knew them by heart, had known them for months, but the fear that I would forget a word or phrase halfway through my audition gnawed at me anyway. I glanced across the room at James and said, "Do you ever wonder if Shakespeare knew these speeches half as well as we do?"
He withdrew from whatever verse he was reading, looked up, and said, "Constantly."
I cracked a smile, vindicated just enough. "Well, I give up. I'm not actually getting anything done."
He checked his watch. "No, I don't think I am either."
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“Being angry at a sub because a scene goes bad or you don't get the response you want isn't the mark of a good Dom. And insulting a woman for any reason is the mark of an asshole.”
‘And oh, if e’er I should forget, I swear –
But that’s impossible and cannot be.
Sooner shall this blue ocean melt to air,
Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea
Than I resign thine image, oh my fair
Or think of anything excepting thee.
Well – well, the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love and pay our taxes,
And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails.
Hassan has a point
+ I don't think God cares if we have a dog or if a woman wears shorts. I think He really cares about whether you're a good person.
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"Take your hands off my fiancée."
"Apologies." Kai released me, his expression strangely self-satisfied. "I didn't realize...”
"I don't give a fuck what you did or didn't realize. Touch Vivian again, and I'll kill you."
Simple. Brutal. Honest.
“Why do you care?"
"I don't know!" The force of his reply stunned me into silence.
"I don't know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it." Self-loathing coated his voice.
"I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can't. I hate how I feel around you, like you're the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don't. Lose. Control."
We both get hurt
Humans are social animals. When it comes to affairs of the heart, most of us are pretty similar. We want to be loved, respected, and cared for. We want to get along with others and generally have a good time with them. When we fight with, reject, or distance ourselves from the people we love, we don't feel good. And when they fight with, reject, or distance themselves from us, we feel even worse. So when you fight with your partner, you both get hurt.
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Amerikalılar hayatlarının yarısını reçeteli ilaçlarla geçiriyor
Americans spend half their lives on prescription drugs
Many Americans will spend half their lives taking one or more prescription drugs.
The average American man will be on drugs for 48 percent of his life, and this rises to 60 percent in American women.
Most women start taking drugs around the age of 15, while men begin medicating from the age of 40, say researchers from Penn State's Social Science Research Institute.
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Amerikalıların dörtte biri Kovid aşısından sonra ölen birini tanıyor
Nearly 25 percent of Americans say they know someone who died after having a reaction to one of the Covid-19 vaccines. Another? percent say they aren't sure whether the vaccine was responsible forthe death of a family member, friend or colleague.
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"I like that he's responsible, punctual, takes all of his engagements seriously, steps up for justice, and helps in every way possible. I like his cooking, his rare smiles, and how dedicated he is to running and staying healthy. I like making him laugh and, eh, watching him sleep. I like how he's fully concentrated when he's in the art studio, but most of all, I like how he let me into his life and made a place for me there. I even like the boring Agatha Christie movie adaptations now, not because they're any good, but because he's truly obsessed with that shi-I mean, stuff. I even like his nagging and control-freak tendencies most of the time, so yeah, there's nothing I don't like... actually, there's something. He has this habit of putting everyone else's comfort before his own, or he pretends to be fine when he's obviously not. I don't only dislike that. I hate it."
"Don't ever do that again." He pants against my lips, his fingers pulling on my hair until it's painful. "Don't you fucking dare walk away from me or ghost me. I don't give a fuck if you're on a high or a murder spree. I couldn't care less if you hurt me. You don't come to me when you're only okay, you come to me at all times. Am I fucking understood?"
I lick his bottom lip then bite down. "You don't hide from me, either. I want you raw. Am I fucking clear?"