Jaden Wilkes Quotes

He smokes too much weed. I can taste it in his spunk. I need to get him to eat more pineapple to sweeten his seed. I'm like the Iron Chef of ball batter.

I might look like a lame fucking creeper when I'm trying to flirt,

I believe I love my victims. Something about each and every one of them calls to me, draws me in and makes me fall in love. I just happen to destroy the things that I love.

It might just be me, but I'm always worried I'll be stuck with a little dick every time I get naked with somebody new.

Human hearts are such pathetic, frail little things… like Ego wrapped in needy insecurity stuffed inside a glass box, so easily shattered.

She breezes in at five minutes past, she's always late but her beauty makes up for it. I hate to say it, but being beautiful means you get away with a lot more in our culture. Be beautiful or interesting, be something or the world will run you over as they riot to get closer to those better than you.

Scars are not a disfigurement, they are a sign telling the world that you fucking survived whatever it was that tried to kill you.

You know when you look at a word on the page, I mean really look at it, it suddenly loses all meaning?

I shoot him what I assume is a sexy smile, if a "Gary Busey on crack" smile can ever be considered sexy.

That's all there is, enlightenment on the end of a cock. It doesn't get any more Zen than that.

There are two wolves battling inside of you, one is fear and one is love. The wolf that survives depends on which one you decide to feed.

Your vagina is not magical, your love is not a healing elixir, and if he hurts you now, it will get worse.

giving yourself to me completely, you will be free to heal yourself and see yourself whole. I am going to take the broken parts of you and mend them back together. I will do this for you if you give yourself to me.

You are my warrior, my queen, my little dove," he said and slid his length inside of her. "You are my love,

Death by hormonal overload.

Piercing his giant cock had only served to make it look fiercer. Like it could beat me in an arm wrestle. Like he could club me with it and leave a bruise.

He was a man obsessed. He didn't think Columbia understood how obsessed he had become with her in such a short time. He supposed all signs pointed to it, and if the myriad of daytime talk shows he'd rotted his brain with from time to time were correct, he could be accused of being codependent or falling to fast.

But he was falling, he fell. He could feel her in his bones, his marrow, his blood…his cock. Every time he thought about how close he had come to killing her, he wanted to tear at his flesh and howl at his near self-destruction, for if she were gone from him now it would be an act against himself.

I feel like I just sucked a Care Bear's dick, I'm so full of cute right now.

Some people wore their ugly deep inside where nobody could see it. Those were the most dangerous monsters of all.

I'm going to fuck you until you fall apart...dissolve in my fingers. Then I'll soothe your shattered soul and stitch you back together until everything has new meaning and Cairo is the only word you have for pleasure, remember?

Her eyes fluttered and I could see the slightest rise and fall in her chest.

Thank god, thank you Jesus, whoever was looking out for me and had my back. Getting rid of another body would be fucking tedious task right now.

Who knew being in a loving, committed relationship would cut so much into my killing time?

It's like looking at the sun, I worry if I don't look away his image will be burned on my retinas for the rest of my life.

I carry the universe in my house of flesh, I will love you until the last star burns out and the heavens descend into darkness.

She's contemplative; I can feel the air around her thick with her thoughts. "No," she says at last, "I want to believe you're being sincere but I know you're not. So I say no, because even if I allow myself to fantasize a little about our lives in a cabin on the beach, I still find myself being left by you. There's almost no scenario I can think of where we live happily ever after."
"There could be," I tell her and mean it at the moment. Maybe mean it for longer. Her fingers stop moving and she sighs. I open my eyes and she's staring down at me. The lights have come on around the parking lot and one of them shines directly into her face. She angelic, a neon seraphim under the brilliant skies of the spring. I can see us on our boat, eating our hand picked clams on the fire behind our place. I can see it so vividly I'm almost sure it's happened.

That's right, I am the unenthusiastic girl people avoid making eye contact with when they buy their spank mags and twelve-inch rubber cocks. I'm the one in full HAZMAT gear cleaning up the "accidental" shot spots they leave behind in one of our twenty-five cent porn booths. For what it's worth, there's a reason I don't fill in the glory holes, they all think they're so sneaky, getting their dick sucked by some anonymous stranger on the other side. I see it as less clean up, let the cock sucking stranger slurp up their spunk. It saves me running a disinfectant wipe along the wall, hoping that none of it touches any part of me. So keep up the good work anonymous strangers, keep gobbling cock and making my life easier. If you want, leave your address at the store and I'll add you to my fucking Christmas card list.