Amber L. Johnson Quotes

Cool." I was trying to act like I didn't care, but my inner kid was running around snorting pixie sticks.

Maybe if we stopped trying to achieve movie standards of greatness, we'd be happy with what we have.

Huh? What did I promise?"
"Fowevew," he said with a nod, like it was final.
"Exactly."
We stared at each other, and it reminded me of my first day, when he stared me down like a mute gunslinger.

Sometimes change makes you sit up and pay attention, opening your eyes to so many new things, it's as if you'd been asleep for

Brady! You can't watch that!"
He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed, from his place on the floor. The remote was far away from him, next to the screen, so he couldn't have changed the channel. I snatched it up and hit the information button. "What the hell is a YoGabbaGabba?" I looked back over at Brady and frowned. "Uh, never mind. Go ahead."
Walking with purpose back into the kitchen, I whispered into the receiver. "Okay. No joke, there is a talking, dancing, bright red, studded dildo on the screen. There are other ones that look like him, and I swear to God one is wearing a condom on his head. That's a kids' show?" I looked back into the living room. "Whatever happened to good old-fashioned cartoons? Don't they have good shit like Animaniacs anymore?

He's not weird. He's just not exactly like you.

I met Mrs. Neely at the door and I swear to you she took one look at my glossy lips and bare knees and the woman just knew. Moms are creepy like that sometimes.

Wednesday: A thousand kids running around and trampling each other on the slides at Monkey Joe's. Afraid for Brady's safety and had to leave before I punched an eight-year-old in the face

But life isn't really about just geting by. Right when you've lulled yourself into a false sense of security, it likes to throw in a plot twist. Keep you on your toes.

But I'm always up for a challenge. Especially when it's with him. Or for him. Because it always comes back to him.

Lilly. Sometimes I don't think I have the capacity to be what you need in a significant other.

You were upset. I hurt you. Something must have happened to make you stay away from me. Is that right?" His nose was pressed under my ear and I fought back another round of tears because he just didn't fully grasp it. He could have been repeating Sheila's words for all I knew.
"You're leaving.

I'm sorry. Was that gross?" I asked, wanting to melt into the floor and just die. He shook his head slowly and then looked at me for a second. "I'd like to try this after you've brushed your teeth.

I promise that love isn't easy for anyone. Anywhere.

Society has pretty much taught us that it's inside the lines, or outside. But there's so much more in between.

No," he whispered. "You're my beautiful Lilly. The one who makes everything right in my world.

Nothing works," he started, his hands kneading my sides as he tried again. "I try. And try. But nothing works. I can't focus. I can't . . . I can't.

Love, for those lucky enough to experience it, is extraordinary.

I have to ask. Why do you like me?"
He shifted away from me then, his brows pulled together making him look even cuter, if that was possible. "I don't understand the question." His hands were squeezing mine tightly as he looked down at them. "You're my Lilly. You've always been my Lilly.

In my eyes, this one is the most amazing person I've ever met. And maybe some people would say that I loved him too much and forgot myself in the process, but from what I've seen of relationships, there's always that one person who does. Last

It really is a shame more movies aren't like real life. Maybe then we wouldn't have such high expectations and feel let down by our own existence so much.

Think before you speak. Don't be an asshole. Show kindness when it's warranted and walk away when it costs you more than you're willing to give. Don't be an ATM that people can take from but never deposit into. Be a depositor. And always, always give your best only to those that deserve it.

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. - Anais Nin

It begins with a boy and it ends with a boy, but what story doesn't?

You're my quiet, Lilly.

Okay. No joke, there is a talking, dancing, bright red, studded dildo on the screen. There are other ones that look like him, and I swear to God one is wearing a condom on his head. That's a kids' show?

I've always heard your best match in life is the person who is the opposite of you that makes a complete whole.

I do . . . love you. If you needed me to say it before you should have told me so. I know what it means.

It's a true story of a girl falling for a boy. Nothing more. Nothing less. And I wouldn't want it any other way.

I was seriously afraid you were going to kill yourself on our property

want to ask you a question." He nodded. "Take me to the dance next weekend." He tilted his head to the side and frowned. "Lilly, that was not in the form of a question. A question is a request that ends with a question mark. What you just said was a statement.

Because just the day before, I had apparently told The Artist of our Generation to color inside the effing lines.

I used to think there were two kinds of Crayola artists: Ones who color inside the lines and ones who don't stay within the rigid boundaries set by thick black perimeters that make up a cuddly koala. But it seems that inside and outside the lines is just the main basis for comparison. You also have those who color lightly inside and fill each space according to the chosen and appropriate shade. Then you have those who scribble and slap any color anywhere. And sometimes these people have purple turkeys and shit that drives me absofreakinglutely crazy because, seriously

He smiled against my cheek and kissed me again. "Talking with you would be much more enjoyable than talking with Talia, Lilly." His eyes scanned the floor by my feet. "She's paint by number; you're watercolor." Things like that, moments like those, how do you explain to other people that no one else in the world can make you feel this way?

Our homework is to start a conversation. I would feel most comfortable doing that with you, if you don't mind.

You'd like to think it's a choice to love him, but it's not, Lilly. You've already decided. I can see it on your face.

Did you know your name means 'beautiful'? Beautiful grace. I looked it up."

He'd inadvertently told me I was beautiful. And I kinda believed him.

And he was even more beautiful in real life than he'd been in the faded picture I'd kept of him in the back of my mind.

Wednesday: Do none of these cartoon kids have parents? Max and Ruby - do they live alone? And why won't she EVER listen to what Max says? Damn goody-goody know-it-all. Reminds me of Cece.

Then I'll hide all the scissors and chewing gum." It made the entire room grow quiet before he looked over at me. "I know how upset you were last time when I had to cut your hair." My jaw was on the floor. He'd totally cracked a joke. "Then I guess you should hide the mattresses, too," I shot back playfully.

Hey, buddy. Are you ready to swim with Joshua? And eat hot dogs?"
Brady nodded. "Hot dogs! Thew's a pawty in my tummy!" He giggled and grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes and set him down on the floor. "You're going to make me sing it back?"
He nodded, bouncing.
I rubbed my hand over my stomach. "So yummy, so yummy."
He fell back onto his bottom and rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter.
"No more YoGabbaGabba, li'l man. It makes Dee's brain crazy.

I don't believe there's such a thing as conventional love. Love is bending. Love is breaking. Love is constantly learning about the other person until you go crazy because it will never be perfect, but there's no fault in trying. I've loved a boy who was extraordinary beyond words, in my eyes.

This emptiness inside of me here," he placed my hand on his chest, "means I love you. When you're not here, I can't focus. It's too loud . . . But my heartbeat does this when you're close.

The look of impressed wonder made my inner teenager lock himself in the bathroom with a Playboy.