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“You’re honestly trying to tell me that those two aren’t in love?”
Not my monkeys, not my circus.
While the rest of his friends had long since abandoned their girlfriends and dates, Gibsie hadn’t taken more than three steps away from Claire all night.
“I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m not another girl who needs something from you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly wants you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly loves you. The hurler. The mechanic. The boy. The protector. The asshole. The lover. The addict.”
My sister was titanium.
“We’re mirrors, Joe,”
“I wasn’t worried.” About her, at least.
That's ur bf's sister no?
“Oh, Jesus,” I moaned, tearing my lips away from his as I sagged against the steering wheel, gripping it tightly, while my hips bucked restlessly on his lap. “Don’t stop.”
Damn they be fucking left and right
“Maybe not in real life, but metaphorically speaking, you’re an absolute stallion in the sheets.”
“You’re not pregnant, are ya?” I joked, wrapping her up in my arms. “Could you imagine?” she joked back, still crying. “Fuck no.” I chuckled. “I think I’d rather open the door and lie down in the traffic.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m not,” she replied, laughing almost manically before another batch of sobs racked through her. “It’s probably just period hormones or something.”
Poor fucker had gone and caught himself some big old feelings. For my sister, of all people. Go figure.
“You can’t even protect yourself!” I roared, losing my cool as my pain hemorrhaged out of my body in words. “I’m doing that, Shannon. Me! I’m the one trying to soften the blows, and they just keep coming!” “Then maybe you and Dad will both get lucky and he’ll finish me off the next time,” she sobbed, dropping her head in her hands. “It’ll save you the worry and him the energy.”
“I’m saying that your life scares me, and maybe you were right when you told me that you were a bad idea for me.”
Holland: I’m outside. Let’s go. Sighing despondently, I tapped out a reply and slid my phone back into my pocket. Lynchy: On my way.
My heart is shattering
IQ of a gummy bear!”
Ngl Kev is funny for this
We were both flat broke, but if I couldn’t buy my pregnant girlfriend a measly bag of chips, then I needed to be taken out into a field and shot.
cackling
“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.”
“I’m my father’s son,” I filled in flatly. “I get it.”
The only way you’re leaving me is in a box. I’ll kill ya before I let you leave me. Do ya hear me? I’ll burn this fucking house to the ground with you and your cunts in it before I let ya go!”
Omg he literally warned them he'd light the house up
“Quite frankly, it’s a miracle he’s sitting here.”
With my eyes rolling back in my head, and my legs twitching sporadically, I lay on my side, trying to focus on the needle in my arm.
JESUS CHRIST JOEY NOOO
“Shannon’s the best person I know.”
When the chips were down and the cards had folded, Molloy was the only reprieve from the pain. I wanted to reach for her. I wanted so fucking badly to grab the hand she was holding out for me, but catching hold of her hand meant that she could be dragged down with me, and I couldn’t fucking risk it.
The father of my unborn child was a heroin addict. That was a painful admission. It hurt so bad I could hardly breathe.
aoife bby
He had them? My kids? He had them?
Yeah, she was my only exception.
Queue up Paramore
Hell, I would have even preferred Gussie. At least he would have smuggled me some cigarettes.
“I’ve always been a father!” I roared back, chest heaving. “And I’ve done a pretty fucking good job with the four I’ve raised.
Do better, Tadhg. Be better.” Than me.
“Trigger,” I roared, slapping a hand over my eyes two seconds too late. “Trigger, trigger, get-your-fucking-dick-out-of-my-baby-sister trigger!”
