I opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldn’t. If words don’t want to come out, they don’t. I don’t understand when people say things and then they say, I didn’t mean to say that. Words don’t just fall out. You have to push them out. And sometimes, you can’t push them out, even if you want to.

Tammara Webber

Categorized in : Thinking Fall Mean

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

Tammara Webber

logic heart love

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

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fit feelings

I never wanted you to get hurt, but i wanted to take you from him.

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hurt wanted

The key to lying skillfully is never lie to yourself.

Tammara Webber

never-lie keys lying

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

Tammara Webber

criminals alcohol violence

The night we met-I'm not like that guy." His jaw was rigid. "I know tha-" He placed a finger over my lips, his expression softening. "So I don't want you to feel pressured. Or overpowered. But I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.

Tammara Webber

kissing expression night

No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.

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hot-girl girl hot

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

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heartbroken sad heartbreak

When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

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hair running moving

When you find yourself about to say something that crosses a line, something that could cause irreparable harm, sometimes the best you can do is just not say that thing.

Tammara Webber

irreparable-harm finding-yourself lines

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

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growing-up dad lying

Time would not change what I was feeling--or not feeling. I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.

Tammara Webber

blurry missing feelings

And I’m okay, I really am, most of the time. But sometimes, I’m just not.

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okay sometimes

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

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erin bonus

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.

Tammara Webber

puff titles thinking

No matter what happened to any individual person, life was going on elsewhere. The first time Kennedy kissed me, it stood to reason that at the same time, other people were splitting up. And the night Kennedy broke my heart, somewhere - maybe right there in my dorm, other people were falling in love.

Tammara Webber

falling-in-love heart night

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

Tammara Webber

bed beer boys

The getting is easy; the keeping is the important part.

Tammara Webber

important easy

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

Tammara Webber

saliva reactions guy

There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

Tammara Webber

track snow mean