Independence has nothing to do with whether or not someone chooses to be single or to be married, to have children or to not have children. Independence by definition is about self-governing. About ch...
Don’t you ever fucking apologize for another guy’s offense.
Yeah, my father is an egotistical douchebag, he says roughly. My name literally means Jonathan empire.
There’s something about Lily that makes all the terrible parts of me seem irrelevant. That makes a bad day momentary and a good one infinite. It’s love like this that’s worth living for.
Ryke smiles back, like he’s proud of me. It’s yours, little brother. I believe in you.
You love me, I breathe.He lets out a short laugh. You’re such a fucking girl.Say it again.He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. I fucking love you, sweetheart.
Would you like a glass or are you still being obnoxious?
Why are you so patient with me? I whisper. Because every part of me wants to take care of you.
Promises from Connor Cobalt are like oaths spilled in blood.
Life doesn’t stop when you take a new road. It always finds a way to go on.
First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room.
Connor pinches her chin between his fingers, and he says, Vous êtes enceinte. You’re pregnant. I spit out my water. Just like that. One word. Enceinte. And my cover is blown.Fucking fuck
The things greater than us, Thora, they’re not impossible. It’s just fear talking, telling you that you when you can. I know you can.
Remember how when we were little? I whisper. You’d chase me around before midnight.You always ran out of breath.I wanted you to catch me.I thought so.Catch me, I whisper.I already have, he murmurs.
No matter how many boxes people try to put you in, as long as you know yourself, you’ll be fine in the end.And you may have to play by their rules, put up with their labels and use their terms – I’ve...
My advice, I say, don’t seek love from other people. Just love who you are enough that it won’t matter whether or not you find your Rochester.
Loren Hale: father of a cute-as-hell little boy, discipliner (but not in a shitty, Jonathan Hale way), and husband to an adorable, pinchable blanket-lump.
I’ve watched Lo become sober. I’ve watched Lily curb a relentless addiction. I’ve watched Rose blaze her own trail and put fire to stereotypes. I’ve watched Connor fall in love. With more than just hi...
I can hear our hearts breaking.A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heart...
How do you measure love? Is it by the things we’re willing to do? By the sacrifices we’re willing to make?