Coco J. Ginger quotes:

Just friends? Alright friend we won't kiss goodnight, and I won't hold you tight and wish that you were mine just for one night. I will separate my dreams from my eyes, separate my heart from my spine, keep clean the lines between my hands and your innards.

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

Color me....BRILLIANT.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

I'm too tired, too tired hearing your mean-wording, your pretending, your name-calling, sorry, not sorry, words you write, I should forgive because you didn't mean them right? Oh plus I deserved them? Alright.

I near felt bad he choose to be so evil to me. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.