“When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.”

“I don't understand women at all. Like how a women can pour boiling hot wax onto their upper thigh, then rip the hair out by the root... and still be afraid of a spider.”

“What I don't understand is how women can pour hot wax on their bodies, let it dry, then rip out every single hair by its root and still be scared of spiders.”

“Snap out of it," I said. I wasn't in the mood.With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said. "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you."-Eric drunk on Fairies.”

“I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. "I wish," I said, "I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra." Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)”

“I really feel like I’m going insane and want to rip my hair out of my head to cancel out the pain in my heart."~Cole”