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To the romance authors, veterans of this industry and debuts alike—thank you for writing the kind of love worth believing in and giving readers (including me) hope
She’d rather eat a bowl of her own hair than let Justin touch her.
As a lifelong card-carrying member of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee,
she’s just like me
No one, and I mean no one, deserves to be living rent free inside your head if they aren’t making you come so hard your brain leaks out your ears.”
“I suppose I would’ve learned whether you ever replace that stick up your ass with something a little more fun.”
They both had health insurance, which was a sad, sad barometer for success, but more than Truly could claim.
No one reaches the age of twenty-five without at least a carry-on’s worth of issues.
as a girlie approaching 25, that’s real
“I’ve been doing this for seven years. I know I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen enough to know that sometimes letting someone go can be the greatest gesture of love a person can make.”
the Lake Chelan Concert Hall was hosting a one-night-only production of Repo! The Genetic Opera, one of Dad’s all-time favorites.
ICONIC!
Your bark suggests otherwise.
Truly (12:28 p.m.): You can’t handle my best. Colin (12:30 p.m.): I think you’d be surprised what I can handle.
Truly (12:33 p.m.): Famous last words. Colin (12:35 p.m.): Sounds a little like you don’t believe me. Truly (12:36 p.m.): Why should I? Colin (12:42 p.m.): Because I’m a man of my word. Colin (12:42 p.m.): And I know what I want.
there’s no such thing as being queer enough. Action and attraction are two different things. You could go the rest of your life never dating a woman and it wouldn’t change a thing. If anything, I think you’re the perfect person to talk about bi-erasure in media because you spent the last six years in a straight-presenting relationship that was queer because you’re queer. And the gender of your partner? Doesn’t change that.”
Colin (11:09 p.m.): I saw that.
Truly (11:16 p.m.): Screw you, McCrory. Colin (11:16 p.m.): Promises, promises.
Truly (11:19 p.m.): I love you but shut up and have your age-related crisis later. I DID SOMETHING BAD. Lulu (11:20 p.m.): at least tell me it felt so good Lulu (11:21 p.m.): can you feel the flames on your skin? Lulu (11:21 p.m.): was it the most fun you ever had? Lulu (11:21 p.m.): could you do it over and over and over again? Truly (11:22 p.m.): Stop it. This is serious. Lulu (11:22 p.m.): and so is my adoration for the one and only Taylor Alison Swift Truly (11:22 p.m.): Amazing how you chose to capitalize that and nothing else. Lulu (11:23 p.m.): i believe in putting proper respect on
Taste, trace, mark. Want, take, have.
“I’d sleep better knowing you made it home safely.”
GOD, WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN 😭😭😭😭
“Here lies Colin Beyn McCrory, he died doing what he loved most—eating pussy.”
“Which everyone knows means seven thirty.”
maybe it’s the ‘tism but idk man if you don’t want me there at 7, don’t fucking tell me to be there at 7????
“You’re also passionate and when you believe in something, you believe in it with your whole heart. And maybe”—the softest of shuddering sighs escaped him—“I’ve been looking for someone who believes in me like that.”
brb, gonna go jump off a roof 🥹🥹🥹
“Someone wise once told me peace isn’t the absence of conflict. It’s about being able to have disagreements without being contemptuous or defensive and I’m pretty sure that requires both parties be on board.”
“I’ll be so fucking good for you, Truly,” he promised, thumb sweeping against the front of her throat. “You want me on my knees? Say the word and I’ll eat you out until my jaw fucking locks. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“Remember this moment in twenty years. Can’t wait to tell you I told you so.”
“Because I’d like to keep you, too,” she confessed, heart in her throat. No, heart in her hand, which was conveniently nestled inside Colin’s.
She was a brunch person at best, a happy-hour person, a stay-up-until-three-in-the-morning-finishing-this-chapter person, a just-one-more-page person. She was not built to watch the sun rise.
Love launched ships and started wars and inspired sonnets and drove people to madness. Love was heaven and hell, sin and redemption. It was as real to her as any other force of nature, hurricanes and earthquakes and lightning storms and meteor strikes. It fascinated her as much as it terrified her as much as it humbled her and— She’d spent her whole life trying to put it into words, eighty thousand of them at a time. Love had to be enough.
