Max Monroe Quotes

I might as well have offered up my vagina to the Museum of Natural History. Surely, it would be shown in the fossils display. I could already picture it, right beside Tyrannosaurus Rex's teeth. The Last Virginal Vagina in New York. Georgia Cummings 1990-2080 Died happily in her Chelsea apartment, surrounded by all sixteen of her tabby cats.

What am I gonna do with me?" she whispered. "So lost in you.

Learn from this, don't live in it. It was a moment; plain and simple. You're going to mess up. It's how you move on from that, how you fight back against the failure.

She shrugged. There were no fucks for her to give. Absolutely zero. I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd turned her pockets inside out just to prove it to me.

I wasn't looking for someone who was perfect, just someone who perfectly affected me.

Or you can get some tits and go in there and demand a re-do." "A

You're like two fucking catfish, sitting at the bottom of the lake, doing fish shit and stuff.

Me: This feels like sexual harassment.

Wes: I'm pretty sure you started this conversation.

Me: Only because I caught you memorizing the curves of my ass like there was going to be a pop quiz on it later.

Wes: And your legs.

Me: That is so inappropriate.

Wes: Those sexy fucking heels and skirts you prance around in are the only things that are inappropriate.

Reed This:Sometimes people can be at two ends of a line and end up next to one another.Because intimacy and love-they're powerful enough to curve that line into a circle.

I couldn't help myself. This woman whom I'd seen handle an entire boardroom full of cocky sons of bitches without batting an eye was crazy adorable. She was tough as nails and hotter than sin. And Christ, she was hilarious. I wanted more of her. A lot fucking more.

And how do you know he has a big dick? You've seen him once. And it was a five-second 'Oh, that's my boss, Kline' conversation while we were walking across the parking lot. You haven't even met him in person."

"Five seconds is all I need." She tapped the side of her head. "You know my cockdar is off the chain. I can sense a giant swinging penis pendulum from at least ten miles away. It's a God-given talent, Georgie."

I choked on my wine. "Let's not bring God into this."

She raised an eyebrow. "God knows the G-spot needs a more than adequate-sized wiener to get the job done."

"I'm pretty sure that comment just got you wait-listed for heaven.

I clutched at my chest with both hands in a pathetic attempt to ease the discomfort. Or maybe I was just trying to prevent myself from bleeding out from the wounds his words had caused because any good doctor knew they needed pressure to stanch the flow

We were all well-off, grown-as-fuck men, but you'd be surprised by how similar we were to a group of teenage girls sometimes. "And

If I was a bird, Kline Brooks could go fuck himself.

She was crazy. Wild.
Chaos & beauty.
My heart.
Mine.

Motherhood changed you from the second you looked into the big, innocent eyes of your child. Within an instant, you had an unlimited supply of love for that precious, tiny being. They would forever be yours, and you would forever be the one person who would always love them, protect them, cherish them, worry about them, and fight for them.
Everything else felt minor in comparison.

Yes, just like that. Christ, baby, when you catch fire, you motherfucking burn." Hot

Some days, adulting was too much responsibility. Get up for work. Brush your hair. Pay bills. It was an endless list of too many things and not enough time. The struggle was real, my friends. But

I'm going to kill her."
"Any particular reason you're plotting her murder?"
"She's eating everyone's food, including mine! She ate my cheesecake and my goddamn yogurt!" I gestured wildly, flinging my hands into the air. "Do you know why she's doing this? She thought people were being totes adorbs and naming the food."
"Leslie didn't realize the names on food meant it belonged to someone?"
"Today, she enjoyed a turkey sandwich named Gary. And a yogurt and piece of motherfucking cheesecake named Georgia. She thought it was like, the cutest thing ever how her coworkers were naming food. She's too dumb to live. Literally.

I know you're not ready to hear what I'm feeling, but just know, for me, tonight was more. It was everything.

When you make something a priority, anything is possible.

Kline Brooks left his new intern, Leslie, under my watchful eye while he flew out to L.A. for the day to schmooze investors and impress potential advertising clients for TapNext. I was certain she had been sent straight from Hell. The devil might as well have wrapped a big red bow around her neck and attached a note. Dear Georgie, Have fun with this one. Love, Satan I'd

Isn't she gorgeous, Ken?"
"Too pretty for Thatch, that's for damn sure.," Ken remarked with a smurk. "Seriously, Cassie? Is he blackmailing you? Do we need to alert the authorities? Blink twice if he kidnapped you. Three times if you fear for you life.

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It only takes one minute of bravery. One minute of insane, embarrassingly crazy courage to change your life. Sometimes, it only takes that one minute for something great to happen.

When you loved someone, you didn't let them go. You fought for them.

Me: I'm glad we never had to resort to robbing banks for money. You'd be a terrible accomplice.



Georgia: Yes, remember that. Me = terrible accomplice.



Me: Tell me something I don't already know. If you were a hooker, you'd probably track your payments on an Excel spreadsheet and claim them on your taxes. (Add terrible hooker to the list.)



Georgia: Whatever. I'd be the most organized hooker. I'd get one of those credit card swipe-y things.



Me: When is the right time to complete the transaction in that scenario?



Georgia: I think they'd swipe before, and sign their PayPal receipt after.



Me: Prostitute Georgia is classy AF.



Georgia: I know, right?