“Ouch, my butthole hurts, but I really need to have a look at that firestation.”
“My feet hurt, my back hurt, and I really needed to pee. Yeah, I was feeling really powerful.”
“Come on, baby.” Paris combed his fingers through her hair. “Look past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.” She snorted. “I’d argue the hideous looks part.” “But not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.”
“Children don't have hearts yet, not really. They haven't been hurt into the need for one.”
“...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.”
“I think I needed to be really hurt on the outside so the hurt on the inside would realize that it wasn’t on its own and that it had to come out.”