Waiting for the Flood (Spires, #2)

by Alexis Hall

Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.

Standing alone in a 1 bed apartment crying over IKEA instructions that assume you've got 2 people to assemble the damn shelf.

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.28

I DID NOT SIGN UP TO BE PERCEIVED LIKE THIS, MR HALL

“Yeah, you’ve got the look of an only child.” Oh. “A little bit enchanted,” he went on quickly.

My fav description of being an only child, no longer accepting anything else

Maybe loving things as they deserved to be loved just wasn’t my forte.

*incoherent screaming*

I’d come too far for going back to be worth it, which was—for better or worse and usually worse—typical of me.

Don't @me, Hall. Why are you coming for me??

in case I remembered how to like it and being hungry stopped feeling like being strong.

Well fuck me, off to therapy we go