beach read prompts
dialogue prompts from beach read, adjust as necessary.
You know what we need to get these bad feelings out? We need to dance!
It was definitely a mistake, but I had no better option.
It honestly worries me that I’m the only person who might call you to ask that.
I hate when people think I’m able to drive just because, legally, I am.
For now, more swoon and less doom, babycakes.
Could you turn off your sad-boy-angsting soundtrack?
Unless this neighborhood got airlifted to the little town from Footloose, it doesn’t seem crazy to play music this late.
This isn’t my offended face. I look like this because I’m tired.
The universe is on my side today, looks like.
You are his fairy princess. His shadow self. Or he’s yours or whatever.
This will be the hardest night you have all summer.
That’s actually the perfect amount of time I’ll need to sober up.
It was a joke. The gun part, not the ‘killing you if you try something’ part. I meant that.
I’ve been told I make a bad first impression.
How do you know I won’t keep answering your questions with other questions until we both die?
Believe whatever you want, Jack Reacher risks his life every day to guarantee you that freedom.
Lost in that beautiful brain of yours?
I know feeling small gets to some people, but I kind of like it. Takes the pressure off.
That seems like the biggest in a series of vast exaggerations you’ve made tonight.
Honestly, that guy was always so self-impressed I doubt he could even see you through the glare off his own glistening body.
You’re as small as you are ridiculous.
I love seeing where you get your admirable qualities from.
It didn’t feel like a lie. Maybe a complicated truth, but not a lie.
There are worse things to be than delusively confident.
I hate falling in love. It’s always ruining my bad-boy reputation!
This has
been an exact recurring nightmare I’m only just realizing was actually a premonition.
This isn't fair. You’re mad at me and I can’t even try to fix it?
I thought—think it’s brave to believe in love. I mean, the lasting kind. To try for that, even knowing it can hurt you.
You’re not a black hole.
But I’m also not the bright light.
I just needed to be okay, and I could do the wrong thing if it had the right end.
I am angry and messed up, and every time I try to get closer to you, it’s like all these warning bells go off, and I try to act like a normal person, but I can’t.
You’re so fucking beautiful, you’re like the sun.
You can’t even stop roasting me when I’m losing my mind over your body.
Well, that’s it. I’m in love. RIP me.
Why are you trying to get rid of me?
I’m an idiot when it comes to you!
That’s what you think? That this is all some kind of identity crisis for me?
I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to feel what it would be like to lose you.
I don’t think I’ve ever loved the world like you do. I remember being afraid of it. And then angry with it.
No matter how much shit, there will always be wildflowers.
If we drank green smoothies like we drink alcohol, we would live forever.
I’ve never met someone who is so perfectly my favorite person.
When I think about being with you every day, no part of me feels claustrophobic.
Because I know no matter how long I get to love you, it will be worth whatever comes after.
I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

















