I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my sk... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left."
"I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left."
"The roses of romance grow when you water your relationship with gratitude. Love will bloom and blossom when you recognize the awesome."
"I fall in love with you four times a year: winter, spring, summer, and fall. The leaves may change, but how I feel about you does not."
"My acquaintances aren’t worth the aqua I drink after they leave me thirsting for something more meaningful. I don’t want refillable relationships—I want connections so deep they are black abysses."
"What reading level is the word love? It’s a four-letter word everybody knows the meaning of, but nobody can define it."
"You can’t put a price tag on love. But if you could, I’d wait for it to go on sale."