“ What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming. ”
She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began, looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.
~ Maryjanice Davidson
You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frankly, I think women who don't have major emotional disorders are really very dull.
He's all right. His hair is cute.Jonas froze, his lobster fork halfway to his mouth. Oh my God, you're in love.I'm not in love.'his hair is cute'? You never say anything nice about anyone. Coming from you, cute hair is a mating call. I talked to the guy for thirty seconds. And then he waved at me while i was in the tank.Holy fuck, you're getting married, aren't you! Will you simmer. I certainly am not.
Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth.Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.
