Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.–empty.
No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?
is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like...
Christ, if your brother finds out, he’ll have my hide.
and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.
I think you missed.
Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.
What if I do?
I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.
One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.
She [Mme Sazerat] did not offer her hand, but smiled at my mother with vague melancholy as one smiles at a playmate from one’s childhood, but with whom all connection has been severed because she...
Ten minutes with a genuine friend is better than years spent with anyone less.
Her fierce and fearful friend –who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.
Yessir, some things is sin ’cause God says so. Some things is sin ’cause they hurt other people. And some things is just pure-dee stupid.
I guess I’d rather have a truthful neighbor who says he hates me than a lyin’ one who claims he loves me.
I need you to wait for me.
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