Maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] anyway, after that, remembering marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since i understood very well that people would forget me when i was dead.
The wonder is that so many ocds manage to live productive lives, just the same. they work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.
Beckendorf closed eyes tight and brought his hand up to his watch. from that distance, the explosion shook the world. heat seared the back of my head. the princess andromeda blew up from both sides, a massive fireball of green flame roiling into the dark sky, consuming everything....i stared out the window into deep blue water. beckendorf was supposed to go to college in the fall. he had a girlfriend, lots of friends, his whole life ahead of him. he couldn't be gone.
Hey, our hair's the same color," i said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, girlfriend." eric grinned at me. "but are you blond all the way down?" don't you wish you knew?" yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." i am," he said. "blond everywhere," i could tell as much from your chest hair." he raised my arm to check my armpit. "you silly women, shaving your body hair," he said, dropping my arm.
They sped by a pack of sea lions lounging on the docks, and she swore she saw an old homeless guy sitting among them. from across the water the old man pointed a bony finger at percy and mouthed something like 'don't even think about it.' "did you see that?" hazel asked. percy's face was red in the sunset. "yeah. i've been here before. i...i don't know. i think i was looking for my girlfriend." "annabeth," frank said. "you mean, on your way to camp jupiter?" percy frowned. "no. before that.
Now we'd known each other for two years, the side of my calf was touching his shins, and his stomach was against my ribs. He said, "i don't think it's end of world to be my girlfriend." i opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if i could have spoken just one.
I think there are many feminists who would say that i am not a feminist. i love women, i have a lot of girlfriends, i admire them, they make so much more sense to me than men, and i feel like the world is a better place when women are in charge. so that kind of by default makes me a feminist. i love working in a female world.