Roan Parrish Quotes

the skin like velvet over steel,

Armor's not dangerous. That's for survival. It's weapons you have to watch out for. And you - " He strokes my lips with his thumb. "It's mostly armor, Colin. And when you're with me, the armor falls away. Who you are without it… it's beautiful.

You like my forearms?
No, not yours in particular. I mean, they're fine. Just, it's a sexy body part.
I totally agree. I just didn't know girls liked them too.
Oh, yes, Daniel. All girls like forearms. Every single one. No really, I've asked all of us and we all agree. We don't even agree about whether or not the long arm of the law should be able to reach into our vaginas, but we agree about forearms.

Then she says something about the universe sending us pieces of our past selves to embrace so we can heal them and I must be drunker than I thought because I don't follow her at all.

And Rex seems interested. He doesn't seem to think I'm a total geek or a pretentious asshole. Or maybe he just feels sorry for the idiotic city boy who got himself marooned in Northern Michigan, almost killed a dog, and is currently drunk in a stranger's sweatpants in a cabin made of plaid and flannel.

Rex?" He freezes and when he looks at me I can see the uncertainty he's trying to cover up with his motions. "I think you're perfect. I mean, shit, that sounded sappy, but, I mean perfect in my opinion." Ugh, how do I explain what I mean? That all those things that he is came together like the perfect recipe. "For you?" he says. "Hmm?" "Perfect for you, maybe?" He looks shy and pleased. All I can do is nod. He hoists me up onto the counter and kisses me silly.

He had sunk into his love for Corbin with the inevitability of gravity. At unexpected moments, he would see Corbin and be caught breathless at the insistence of his need. When Corbin reached for him, he felt that need like magnets finding their way close enough to snap together.

The problem is that even if you don't touch, even if you keep things back ... the feelings are still there. Because love doesn't live in kisses and flowers and first dates. It lives in your mind, in your heart.

Words that are meant to comfort but mean nothing.

Tattoos are the scars you can choose.

It's in the moment that you give up that you realize you could have kept going. It's also the moment it's too late.

Are you boiling bacon? "Um. Is that wrong?" I say. "Argh! I want to punch you!" Leo says.

They became convinced that I thought I was better than them when the truth was that I just knew they would never like me if they knew who I really was and what I really wanted. Love me. They would never love me.

Feel so much better when you're around," I tell him. "'S not fair you get to be with you all the time.

It's like the cartoon physics of awareness: we can't hurt until we see that we're supposed to.