“Why? Because, Michael whatever your middle fucking name is Ripton, there’s something about that boxer fist bump handshake - something about that agreement we made - that tells me for the first time in your fucked up little life that… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“If you ever lay a hand on me. Slap me, hit me, grab me, push me, anything. I’m gone. I’ll leave you and never… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“Life id far more abrasive experiencing it's individual components than the sum itself” — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“The feeling of pain never leaves. With every beat of my heart, I am reminded that it remains. It festers within me like an… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“I suppose a good recipe for life would be to allow nothing into it, knowingly at least, which is bitter. It’s disappointing we aren’t… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“I felt like we were a machine, working in unison with one another. This was perfect. With my eyes closed, there was no time,… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“Children. Pay close attention to them. They grow up to be adults. The really heinous people we see on the news? The serial killers,… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“If we aren’t focused on living life to the best of our ability, we’re slowly dying a death that’s of our own choosing. The… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“I have no idea where he gets these ideas, but he sure knows how to get in my head, and make me want to… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“Vivian Simon, I love you. But always know this,” he paused. “I pizz you. And no one else on this earth has that, baby,”… — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
“…you don’t give someone your love. They take it. Love is taken. And, when someone takes your love, you will know it…” — Scott Hildreth Copy Share Image
