#caleb

You look like trouble. When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me to never trust a redhead. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#leah #love

I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#chapter-one #dark #epilogue #livvie #romance

It doesn't matter what clothes you had or what shoes you had, or how cool you were, or how many Facebook friends you garnered, what will matter in the end is what weapons you had, how many zombies you killed, and how long you survived. ↗

— Caleb Eversole

#caleb-eversole #funny #humor #zombies #funny

Hunger Games and A New Hope: Hero rises up from the poorest place in the galaxy. Put through some challenges. Finds romance and a side-kick. Somebody dies. Check Catching Fire and Empire Strikes Back: Totalitarian government strikes back, some other people die, and the rebellion starts gaining momentun. Mockingjay/Return of the Jedi: Bunch of minor characters die, and then one major one. Rebellion wins, if in an unexpected way. Characters all get married. I think Suzanne Collins has some explaining to do. ↗

— Caleb Eversole

#funny #humor #hunger-games #star-wars #funny

...love was desire and desire was an emptiness. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#dirty-red #leah #love #love-me-with-lies #love

He taught me who I was, something I would never have known, without his deft Handling of my personality ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#olivia #opportunist #love

I started the first drafts of the book during my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t thinking at all about kids at the time. But I was thinking. A lot. About everything. I wish I could capture that head-space again; everything meant something to me in college. Every leaf, every sound, every lecture, every textbook. It’s like I was on drugs, 24/7. I am glad I was able to pair that ceaseless pondering with plenty of time to write. What came of that time was the first draft of the novel, a lengthy, unnecessarily angst-driven pile of crap. Years later, with Zoloft, I approached the novel with a more level head, and came away with a much, much better novel. My advice to writers, I suppose, is write your novel when you feel like shit; edit when you feel great. ↗

— Caleb J. Ross

#on-writing-stranger-will #writing-advice

Being told when to shit, shower, shave, eat, and sleep isn't my idea of paradise. But then again, Paradise, where i grew up, wasn't paradise either. I'm wondering if paradise is just some word in the dictionary with the definition: this doesn't fucking exist. --Caleb to himself ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humor

I lean back. "What the hell are you doing?" "What do you mean?" she asks, innocently batting her eyelashes against the hot sun beaming down on us. Is she kidding me? "Where's you toungue?" I ask stupidly. Her wet little eyebrows furrow. "In my mouth. Why, where's it supposed to be? ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humor #maggie-armstrong #humor

He'd learned the hard way that there was no future when all he could see was revenge. The only thing revenge had ever given him was a brief moment of satisfaction, followed by an empty abyss. He was through with revenge. He wanted to feel full instead of empty, loved, instead of feared. ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#love