What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?” ~Mark Cooper
Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You’re not supposed to walk away!
And it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.
‘Maybe you out to go back there.’ ‘Can’t. Gotta stay where… where I know what’s w
‘You’re like starlight,’ Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. ‘I could lose myself in you.’
Cam shook his head. ‘Do you ever listen to how much crazy shit comes out of your mouth?’ ‘Nope.’ I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. ‘Nobody does. That’s why I remain undiagnosed.’
I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn’t be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone.
And then it was done. He was there, but he wasn’t. His consciousness, his self-awareness, the part of him that translated to a snarky voice in his head, all still there. All there but so far away. Not . . . not at the front anymore.
You should see the murderous stares I get on the street. Though I think that has less to do with seeing a man carrying a purse and more to do with paisley. Paisley makes everyone cranky.
(Derek) “How do you see the beauty in a three-eared dog but not in a guy with big teeth?”(Christy) “Dogs rule. People drool.”(Derek) “Only if you gag them.
(Brin) ‘How good is your lawyer, on a scale of Atticus Finch to Franklin and Bash?