She was as lovely sleeping as she was dripping in sensuality at the fundraiser
Kailin GowTags: music college adult erotica women-s-fiction kailin-gow professor adult-romance the-protege
If there was ever a dress that can be an aphrodisiac the one Serena was wearing now had to be it
Kailin GowTags: sexuality college attraction erotica kailin-gow adult-romance adult-contemporary sebastian-sorensen the-protege
College is a different scene than it was ten years ago. It used to be all about sex and drugs. Now it’s all about texting and fast food.
Aaron B. PowellTags: humor college college-education
Outside the study hall the next fall, the fall of our senior year, the Nabisco plant baked sweet white bread twice a week. If I sharpened a pencil at the back of the room I could smell the baking bread and the cedar shavings from the pencil.... Pretty soon all twenty of us - our class - would be leaving. A core of my classmates had been together since kindergarten. I'd been there eight years. We twenty knew by bored heart the very weave of each other's socks....
The poems I loved were in French, or translated from the Chinese, Portuguese, Arabic, Sanskrit, Greek. I murmured their heartbreaking sylllables. I knew almost nothing of the diverse and energetic city I lived in. The poems whispered in my ear the password phrase, and I memorized it behind enemy lines: There is a world. There is another world.
I knew already that I would go to Hollins College in Virginia; our headmistress sent all her problems there, to her alma mater. "For the English department," she told me.... But, "To smooth off her rough edges," she had told my parents. They repeated the phrase to me, vividly.
I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface, and exit through it. Would I be ground, instead, to a nub? Would they send me home, an ornament to my breed, in a jewelry bag?
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uh, yeah, I love...worms" Classic. Someone should record the gold that flows from my mouth.
Rachel Van DykenTags: college contemporary new-adult-romance mafia-mob
The college diploma has no more power to hold the knowledge you have gained in college than a piece of tissue paper over a gas jet can hold the gas in the pipe.
Orison Swett MardenTags: life education college diplima
Her problem is with pretty,” Tennyson said. "She thinks I’ll need all these dresses in college. Like I would ever in a billion years pledge a sorority. I’ll pack a few of these to be ironic, though. I can wear them to, like, truck stops at night with mascara running down my cheeks and stuff.
Laura Anderson KurkTags: love beauty romance college high-school pretty ya tennyson dresses graduation young-adult-fiction sorority teen-fiction glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass college-application truck-stops
It was about how men walk into a forest afraid because they know all the things that can happen. They might wake the noisy birds and cause chaos. But kids come into the trees and see the magic. They climb them and see stars that the men were too afraid to see.
Laura Anderson KurkTags: love poetry romance college government chaos high-school dylan-thomas orphanage wyoming glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass long-distance-relationship nicaragua being-but-men
Henry drew a shaky breath. “Do me a favor, Meg.”
“Anything,” I whispered.
“Don’t fall for Quinn O’Neill. If you’re going to do this thing with him…go to this dance, don’t fall for him.”
“Never,” I said. “I promise.”
“Because I’m all filled up on sad right now.” He sniffed again and I could tell he was more in control. “And you can’t ask me to sit by and watch you get all caught up in this guy. I can’t handle that—thinking he swept you off your feet because he bathed in body spray and dressed up.” His voice sounded rough. “I know you think I’m being funny right now, but I’m completely serious. Don’t make me watch that happen.”
“You know my heart,” I said. “It’s yours.
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Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting.
Laura Anderson KurkTags: art love romance college creativity dating artist relationship volunteerism painting high-school ya painter young-adult-fiction breakups teen-fiction glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass long-distance-relationship
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