Holly Riordan

Maybe I miss you, because I really thought I had a chance with you, and I’m thinking about what could’ve been more than I’m thinking about what actually was.

But as much as I love what we’ve become, I still miss what we were. I miss the sexual tension that felt like fire between us.

Give me a guy who’s as fucked up as I am, so we can fumble around until we create our own version of “happily ever after.”

I love myself too much to put myself through the stress of dealing with your daily bullshit.

I had no memory of life before the undead attacked. To them, that meant I was dangerous.

History: You love to learn, which is why you’ll have the most fun walking through a museum together, holding hands and discussing the origin of paintings and sculptures.

If we fast forward to love, we’ll end up missing out on precious moments that only new couples have.

“I was almost kidnapped when I was four and it is one of my most vivid memories.”

“Woke up early in the morning. It was still dark. And I heard a bear snarl. Froze in my sleeping bag. Bear snarled again.”

Get used to looking at yourself in the mirror first thing in the morning, so you realize how beautiful you are naturally, without foundation or concealer or compliments from men.

You’re into guitar players, because you like men that are good with their hands and can keep a rhythm.

Don’t act like it’s my duty to sleep with you, just because I accepted your offer to buy me a beer. Don’t call me an ungrateful bitch, because I turned down your offer to buy me a beer.