#mega

The average american spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green. six months wasted, waiting for permission to move on. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#mccafferty #megan #sloppy #life

It kind of makes me wish that the worst thing that will ever happen to me would just hurry up and happen already. That way I could live the rest of my life in bliss, if only because I know how much worse things could be. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#sloppy-firsts #life

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#alpha-and-omega #anna #charles #couple #love

You never told me how the story ends, Gabe." She held her breath, waiting for his response. His expression held all the love and desire she knew he felt for her. "It doesn't. ↗

— Bella Andre

#megan-harris #love

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#real

Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I’m wasting it. I’ve been given this life and all I do is mope it away. What’s worse is, I am totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn’t know any better NOT to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn’t stop me from obsessing about them. I have to stop doing this. How do other people get happy? I look at people laughing and smiling and enjoying themselves and try to get inside their heads. How do Bridget, Manda, and Sara do it? Or Pepe? Or EVERYONE but me? Why does everything I see bother me? Why can’t I just get over these daily wrongdoings? Why can’t I just move on and make the best of what I’ve got? I wish I knew. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#megan-mccafferty #sloppy-firsts #life

What do you want of me, Meghan?" he asked, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface. Tears blurred my vision, all the fear and heartache of the past few days rising to the surface. "Just you" I whispered. "I just want you". He closed his eyes. "I can´t do that ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#iron-daughter #megan-chase #heartache

When a show becomes a mega hit internationally, you lose a lot of privacy, you become a hider. It's not a human condition we are exposed to very often. ↗

— Steve Kanaly

#becomes #condition #exposed #hit #human

I will never sign to a major record label again. If, by some mega fluke, a record of mine looked like it might break big, I'd try and do it via an indie or somehow license it. I'm not having my music owned by those corporate bastards again. ↗

— Malcolm Wilson

#bastards #big #break #corporate #fluke

We don't like murders here," said a man's voice, low and threatening, from the back of the crowd. Megan glanced at Cassie and her friends. They looked away, as if they didn't see what was happening. Anger boiled in her chest. Why wouldn't they leave her alone? She hadn't killed anyone. She hadn't killed Harlen Trooper, all those years ago. She knew it and the judge knew it. She hadn't even been charged. If I wanted to, I could have you all killed, she thought, and was stunned when the thought didn't scare her the way it should. She looked at their faces, stony and stubbled, shiny with alcoholic sweat. The power in her chest hadn't worked against Ktana Leyak, but it could against them, this miserable bunch of humans with their heavy boots and beer guts. She pictured those guts exploding. She pictured the terror in their eyes when they realized they were messing with the wrong fucking demon, they were - Demon? ↗

— Stacia Kane

#anger