A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare. For you, I have anything to spare.
A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare. For you, I have anything to spare.
Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.
Also pay attention if a tree or whatnot says something about two bulls.
You need to check out his body using your super Spidey Otherworld senses.
She's easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous--so predictably easy.
I don't need a guarantee if I have you.
I still didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did that, I would turn around, run back to him, and hurl myself into his arms.
It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.
Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.
Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.
And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.
Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near...
I don't want any of this. I just want to be what I was before you showed up here and all hell broke loose. I want to be popular and dating the hottest guy in school. Now I'm none of those things, and I'm a human who has scary visions and don't know what to do about any of it.
Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.
We all have bad things inside us, and we all choose either to give in to those bad things or to fight them.
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