Quote by T.A. Webb Download Open image ““My office at Hope House was fan-freaking-tastic.”” — T.A. Webb ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“I went upstairs to my office, lay in the dark among my books - the only comforting thing I have.” — Philipp Meyer Copy Share Image
“As we headed toward the living room, I couldn’t help feeling dread. It was as if I was being led to my own beheading.” — Mara Purnhagen Copy Share Image
“When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to… — Robert Hayden Copy Share Image
“Now I was in a strange house, in a strange city, and fear gripped me. I shut myself in my room, which began to… — Alcoholics Anonymous Copy Share Image
“the houses all seemed a little senile, with arthritic hinges and window screens hanging at embarrassing angles.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The room was full when I walked in, but as soon as I took my place behind the desk, my nervousness left me.” — Azar Nafisi Copy Share Image
“It was funny, she thought, that before she had ever had a job she had always thought of an office as a place where… — Rona Jaffe Copy Share Image
“Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost… — Erica Sehyun Song Copy Share Image
“headed towards my office. A big new campaign was starting to take shape and I wanted everything to go perfectly. After settling in, my… — K. Elle Collier Copy Share Image
“Despite the landlord’s disapproval, the sweltering heat, the gloomy rooms, and the cacophony of strange noises, so unfamiliar to my country ears, I felt… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“On my birthday, every year since I turned eighteen, she called me at twelve twenty in the morning to wish me happy birthday and… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Every gay man out there has at least one man-crush in his past that totally shriveled his nads into raisins and sent him screaming… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Last but not least’,” he read, “‘remind Mark I loved him best and most.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“You are mine. Mine. I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. No one, you hear me? Not Martin, not any fucking man. No… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“When you stand at the abyss, you fall to your knees and you fucking grab for any comfort, any little thing to keep it… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“But since we got back together, or at least were doing something together, he was very possessive of my time. Pretty fucking ironic when… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“I think I grew up that night. It might have been Patrick that lost his virginity, but it was me that lost my innocence.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“I wanted to lay down my armor, my strength and my pain for just a minute and let someone hold me.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“I felt close to him, but somehow the energy was sensual but not… sexual. Erotic, yes, but I didn’t want to fuck him. He… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Leave it to your best friend to grab you by the short curly ones with one hand and bitch slap you with the other."… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Now I’m yours.” I kissed him and whispered, “Yeah. Mine.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
