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February 4 - February 4, 2022
People don’t put on the patch because their husbands say so. People don’t put on the patch because the family hates the smells. People put on the patch because they believe there’s something out there more worthwhile than a few minutes of solitude. People put on the patch because in their hearts, they want to feel more with each breath they take, every pump of their lungs.
Forgot about all of the losers who didn’t know what type of treasure they let get away. They don’t exist anymore. No one on this planet does.
And crazy? Well, yes. I am. But honestly, the people you should really worry about are the ones who claim to be sane.”
The only dude I have any respect for is the guy who tried to get Belle to marry him by threatening to send her dad to the psych ward. At least he was up front with what he was after. He pretty much said, 'Listen, I’m hot as hell. You’re hot as hell. I have great hair. Your hair is all right. Let’s shack up, make some babies, and then call it a day.’
you’re beautiful, but that doesn’t mean you’re cheap.”
“There’s no castle. There’s no one galloping in on a white horse. There’s no prince who’s going to show up and save you. What you need to do is save yourself.” “How do I do that?” “Simple. You realize you don’t need saving.”
She’s weird as fuck, but I bet she can transform that weirdness into some awesome sex moves…
“Sexdorable?” “You know, ‘cause you’re sexy and adorable all at once.”
Don’t give away your power to people who don’t deserve it. You may not be able to control the weather—or the family you’re born into—but you can control who you allow to hurt you, who you allow to affect you.”
I figured I wasn’t good enough for anyone. Therefore, I settled for everyone.
You can’t make someone fall in love with you just because you fell in love with them first.
I’m almost certain there’s nothing more beautiful than the sound of a woman’s laughter.
”genetics make you related, but loyalty makes you family.
Someday I’ll be fine. Maybe not right here and now, but someday I will
She’s weird, emotionally scarred, and semi-annoying—in the best possible way—but I love those things about her.
With you I feel strong. So, I simply wish I knew more about you, because you make me stronger.”
Jules Stone is somewhat addicting.
“There’s nothing you could’ve done differently. It’s not our job to fix people. We can’t fix people.” She pulls me closer and my arms wrap around her, breathing in her fragrance. “It’s simply our job to love them, even when they’re broken. No matter what you could have done, no matter how much you told her you loved her and that she was enough, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You couldn’t save her. People have to save themselves.”
Jules makes it a little easier to forgive, to not fear the sad memories, and to not allow the angry feelings to overtake me.
Perhaps the stars in the sky are loved ones letting us know they are nearby, guiding us through the night.
So from the head master of the Meaningless Club to the head mistress of the Hopeful Club, I apologize on behalf of all the losers, users, dumbasses, dicks, fuckers, meatheads, nerds, liars, cheaters, and just plain idiots.”
He’s so odd. I hope he never changes.
What I don’t want is for you to fall for me right away. I want you to make me work for it, work for you because you need to be chased after, longed for, desired. I really want to date you, Jules Stone, so fucking badly.”
There are things I’ve learned about families as a whole. They make mistakes. They say the wrong thing. They fall apart. But the ones who really care? They always try to pick up those pieces and glue them back together. Yeah, there are still cracks and it still hurts, but there are also laughs and love floating around. My family’s broken but in the most amazing way. I plan to be dysfunctional right along with them forever.
“Kayden doesn’t fall in love. He chooses to love.”
“If you’re still alive, still breathing, I think it’s never too late to try to make things better.”
Maybe, just maybe, I don’t fucking hate him anymore. Maybe I simply hate him. Now that’s progress.
I’ve been waiting years to find this girl, this kiss, this feeling. This moment, this connection, this experience… Jules Stone doesn’t simply feel like home—she is home.
