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“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
the yearning is crazy
“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”
oh damn
“There,” she said with an approving nod, admiring her bright-pink bag on my shoulder. “That should do it.” “Should do what?” “Warn the other girls away.”
“Now, let’s go, baby.”
I, on the other hand, had been ten years old when I learned the meaning of the word rape.
and the crowd is....crying??
The silence unsettled me almost as much as her screams. Because her screams meant she was still breathing. Her silence could have meant that she was dead.
what.
I would spring out of bed and stand guard outside my sister’s bedroom, terrified that she possessed something an animal like our father would eventually come looking for.
WHAT.
And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my father ever had. Ever could.
something that had put the fire out for him. “You don’t belong out here in the dark with someone like me.”
It was everything to him, just like it was everything to me,
“Listen here, Joey Lynch.” Sitting upright, she grabbed my chin and turned my face to look straight at her. “I saw you first. You’re my friend, not his. So stop worrying about my dad and start focusing on me.” “Technically, your dad saw me first—” “You’re mine, okay?”
“And just so you know, Joe…” She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite everything.”
🥰
“Whoa, she’s really, really pretty, Joe.” “Settle down, stud,” I grumbled, reaching
My sister did have a couple of friends—one nice girl called Claire,
claireeee my girl
Babies weren’t supposed to be made in order to plaster over cracks in marriages, but that’s what this one would be. That’s what each one of us was, temporary plasters to cover the cracks in our parents’ dysfunctional relationship.
“So, you might want to stop hunting me, Molloy.”
“Then one of these days, I’m going to hunt you back.”
“Woo! Would you look at the ass on number six!”
“I’ll try my best.” “Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
staying away from Aoife Molloy was almost as difficult for me as staying mad at her was.
wouldn’t go away. A part of me was terrified that she would keep digging and somehow manage to break through my walls, through every one of my rotten layers until she got to the ugly center of me and then run for the hills.
“Close your eyes.” “Close your legs.”
“No.” Heat flamed inside of me. “I’m not embarrassed.” “Neither am I.” “You’re looking up my skirt.”
I watched as they clamped the umbilical cord that connected him to our mother, and I wondered if the cord that attached me to her had ever been truly severed. It was invisible but still connecting me deeply to the woman who bore me.
I hated him. I wanted to hate him so much. I needed to hate him. You need to stop loving him first…
“Bella.” He dropped his head in his hands and groaned, “Bella Wilkinson.”
this bitch….
“I miss you.” My heart thudded violently in my chest. “I miss you, too.”
“Please just stay.” He paused to release another slow breath before continuing. “This is the only time it’s ever stopped. Please don’t break it.” “This is the only time what’s ever stopped?” I croaked out, feeling my heart thunder wildly in my chest. “And don’t break what?” “My head,” he mumbled, before adding, “The quiet.”
my joey :(
“So, this home economics partner,” Joey said, following me over to the table. “Is he your friend?” My heart flipped in my chest. “He was.” “Was?” Nodding, I sank down on my chair and took a bite of toast. “He used to be my best friend.”
not well.
“He misses his friend.” My heart flipped. “He should miss her. She’s amazing.” He smirked. “He wants her back.” “She never left.” I swallowed. “She just needed a time-out.”
“You’re getting a free meal in a restaurant your family could never afford to eat at, and all you have to do is smile and nod in exchange.”
JAW DROPPED. LEAVE HIM PLEASEEEE
“But you were no Teddy. You were Joseph.”
“Promise me that you’ll…never…give in to them.” “Give in to who, Granda?”
“The demons your father put in your head.”
“She was only a baby herself at the time.” He flicked a glance to me and said, “She was a couple of years younger than you when she had a baby on her hip, Aoife.”
i want to feel bad....and i do, but i don't at the same time
“Make your peace with Jesus, dickbrain, because I’m about to become the only child I should have been before your shitty egg gate-crashed Mam’s womb!”
I held his face to my stomach and whispered, “You’re okay.”
She had our mother’s eyes and it made it hard to look at her sometimes.
You shouldn’t settle for anything less than being in love to the point of madness. The only person that you should be settling for is the person who unsettles you the most.
that hit hard bruh
“I care. I care. I care,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine as his hand moved up to cup my neck. “Too much.”
its giving lacy by olivia rodrigo
“And nice legs.” “I’m wearing jeans tonight.” “Not in my head.”
need that rn.
“I w-want to d-die,” she continued to cry, choking hard on her tears. “I w-want to n-not be h-here anymore.”
“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
my babies :(((
“Johnny Kavanagh,”
“Those are some nice legs, blondie. When do they open?” one of the lads from the rugby table called out. “Way past your bedtime, little boy.”
queen
“Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?” “Don’t do it?”
WORLDS ARE COLLIDING
“Oh, Jesus.” “Not Jesus, just Joey.”
oh hey 😏
Joey had decided that the best way to prove that he wasn’t a pussy was by eating mine.
10/10 would bang
“I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy.” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” she shot back with a grin. “You’re my bitch.”
yes ma'am
“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”
