“Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski’s baby, and snorted throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with four new best friends. I’d giddily rub off any one of those from the to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror.” LoveDrinkingDrunkVegasForgettingUnrequitedHard RockPartyingBathroomsDont CareStilettos And Scars Book:Unrequited - One Girl, Thirteen Boyfriends, and Vodka. Source: Unrequited - One Girl, Thirteen Boyfriends, and Vodka.
“He likes you this way, I think,' Cardan says. 'Flush-cheeked and furious.' 'I don't care what he likes,' I spit out. 'You seem to not care quite a lot.' His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.” LikesHolly BlackThe Folk Of The AirJude DuarteCardan GreenbriarJudeCardanThe Wicked KingLockeDont Care Book:The Wicked King Source: The Wicked King
“I'm the Maiden, Hawke,' I reminded him- or myself, I wasn't sure. 'And I don't care.' My eyes flew open in shock. 'I can't believe you just said that.' 'I did, and I'll say it again. I don't care what you are,' Hawke's hand slid off my neck. A moment later, I felt his palm flatten against my cheek with unerring accuracy. 'I care about who you are.” Who You AreJennifer L ArmentroutPoppyPoppy BalfourFrom Blood And AshHawkeHawke FlynnThe MaidenDont CareI Care About Who You Are Book:From Blood and Ash Source: From Blood and Ash