"What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep."
"I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks, actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings."
"Most women look at magazines and then they just feel bad about themselves but Sara looks at magazines and she’s all like I can get with her."
Gabriela, lover of red leather skirts and never brushing your hair.
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