“Well, well, well,” Santa said once the elf had retreated. “Come and sit on my lap, little boy.” This Santa’s beard was real, and so was his hair. He wasn’t fucking around. “I’m not really a little boy,” I pointed… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“You mean I'm not lazy? No bitch, I mean you intimidate guys with a look or a comment before they can even decide if… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should try wearing deep-red lipstick and tight skirts to look hot like their best friend once in a while. If Tal… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share
“Someone should pay for their sins. I'll show you Awful, humans. I can't even see what I'm doing. All I know is rage, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“In some ways, I think I'll never be over him', Langston said. 'That is such an unsatisfied answer' 'That's because you're interpreting it the wrong way. I don't mean it as a wistful, overdramatic declaration. I meant that the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person, in the… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share
“I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present” — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“The reward is in the risk. I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire. I abruptly stood up from my chair so I could return to my room and feel terribly sorry for myself and eat away too much chocolate in private “Can we try to be wise with each other… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share
The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Well, well, well,” Santa said once the elf had retreated. “Come and sit on my lap, little boy.” This Santa’s beard was real, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
![“[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she’s given me pain.” quote by Rachel Cohn](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/432/rachel-cohn-1244_given_s-he-leans-into-this-guy-and-rocks-her-h_54874.jpg)
