Where’s the guy who gave me Twinkies and Coke?

Where's your crown, Short Stuff?""Stuffed in a planter back there with my shoes.

I’m a fixer, Allie. Taking care of others is what I do. I don’t know how to turn it off.

I don’t want to be that girl who’s nothing without her boyfriend. I want to be a reflection of what I love—of who I am on my own, not just an empty echo of who I love. Does that make sense?” “You think I’d overwhelm you?” he asked. “We’d overwhelm each other.

How can we be so utterly perfect, and you chose the douche who doesn’t have the first clue what he has?

Two thousand years and I’ve never met anyone so stubborn.

I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?

Get out of my brain!

And we’re at four. Alexis Ann, I think we’re in an abusive relationship.

I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.