Aubrey.

  Shut up.

Make me.

  I found one in the kitchen and it’s kind of not too bad.

I'm actually judging you so hard right now.

  You’ll get your damn feelings hurt, princess.

Can't hurt what I don't have, babe.

  I fuckin’ say, Aubrey. Back off.

And what if I don't feel like it?

  Now’s not the time to piss me off, Aubrey.

Who says?

I actually don’t care. Thanks for sharing though.

Now's not the time to be an asshole, asshole.

Is it really girly of me to read John Green books? No, wait, I swear I’m manly, though. 

I don't even read John Green books, and that's coming from a girl, so yes, yes it is.

She shouted it from mountaintops. She felt it in her every breath. She altered her walk so that every footstep screamed “him”. He echoed it back to her from the ground. He traced it into his skin. His thoughts raced just to think of “her”. She marked up her body with countless versions of “I love you”. He said it to her until it seemed to lose meaning. This was their love. He knew what temporariness meant. His echoes signified nothing. His skin soon washed away any part of her. He was gone. She loved undyingly. She continued to shout until her voice gave out. Her walk forever stayed the way it was. All she wanted was him back. This was their love.

  It’s great to know that we are on the same page here. Vodka and Scotch are my best friends, I won’t lie to you.

I could say the same about me.