“Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.”
“Don't call me that," I muttered, banging my forehead into my locker. "And the tutoring went fabulous. Please kill me now." -Meghan Chase”
“My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.”
“I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters.”
“The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.”
“I must have you, completely, at my table and in my bed, or I shall waste away like a starving prisoner. There you have it; forgive the lack of poesy.”