Alma ౨ৎ

“On the last page was a drawing, done in charcoal, of a girl with large pale eyes... you could tell she was beautiful. Her skin was infused with light, her lips parted in a secret smile.
'She's beautiful,' I whispered to Karl.
'Of course she's beautiful,' He brought his face close to mine. 'She's you.”
― Suzy Zail

“Tequila again?” Feely glared at Gibsie. “Really?”
“Listen, I’m not going to sit here and apologize for something that happened a million years ago,” Gibsie huffed. “I puked on your dog. Feely. It was a genuine mistake. I’ve done it to Sookie a million times and you don’t see her giving me the cold shoulder. And I haven’t done it since, so can we please move past it?”
“I don't have a dog – that was my mother you puked on!” Feely snapped, sounding outraged. “And it was last Christmas, not a million years ago, asshole.”
“What?” Gibsie frowned. “That’s was your Mam?”
“Yes, asshole!”
“Ah, lad, I’m so fucking sorry,” Gibsie strangled out, slapping a hand across his mouth. “I thought she was a dog.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“The weight of their guilt will crush you, and baby, you need to fly.”
― C.J Cooke

“And while we will mourn any we lose, we will know that they sacrificed for our freedom, and they cry no tears because tonight... they feast in the halls of Valhalla!”
― C.J Cooke