Status Updates From These Battered Hands

Why are there so many descriptive words? By the time I'm finished with a sentence, I've already forgot what we were talking about

Es interesante y me está gustando bastante.

DAMN!! I ship Callie and NIK so badlyyy !! <3 ^_^

“Dreamers use every facet of their mind, so much so, their will can't resist.”

“Being strong doesn't mean you can't be soft. Working hard to meet your goals doesn't mean you can't live. And living a certain way your entire life doesn't mean you can't ever change. Life is fluid. The only way to run yourself ashore is to not follow the change and contour of the curves.”

His eyes held mine as he entered me slowly, his lips a scant millimeter off of the surface of mine. Our breaths mingled and mixed, concocting a new recipe of scent and sensation that I would forever associate with this moment.

She seemed surprised that I could read her so well, but with me she’d always been a crystal clear page. No smudges to impede the context or fancy emotional language to get caught up in. Just smooth, simple prose that read true to her every emotion. If other people had trouble reading her, they weren’t very good at context clues.

I'm having a hard time getting into this book. Nothing specific, just seems to be slow paced and I keep wandering off to something else.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, stabbing me in the heart with one of the most brutal non-breakups I’d ever had. I’d never have her the way I wanted, and this was her way of delivering the blow.

This woman was a gymnast I coached. I was her coach, for fuck’s sake. It would be totally douchey of me to exert my power and influence as a figure of trust in her life in order to get in her pants. Leotard. Fuck. No. I wasn’t getting inside of anything....

It’d all gone wrong from the start, the spit that sealed our first handshake seeming to swear me into an alternate universe. What was right got twisted upside down, and nothing mattered more than finding the missing pieces of her puzzle.....*sigh*

But here in her world, she was like a solar eclipse. No one looked directly at her as we made our way across the gym. I didn’t know if it was for fear that it would burn out their retinas or something else.