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Age isn’t an excuse for ignorance.
Death could be beautiful, she knew now. It could be peaceful and merciful, but the ugly emotions that preceded it never were. The goodbyes and the grief that followed were weights, tangible and heavy, and she knew that she would carry them forever.
I will carry you with me until there is nothing left in this world.
“and every month I am struck by your beauty as if it was the first time.”
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.’ That’s nothing but pseudoscience survivor’s bias.
she would need everything to be perfect taking root and braiding her insides.
Her hands were shaking when she finally fished out her purple earbuds, pressing them into place and letting the soothing monotony of a lecture on the many uses for hellebore mute their ugly words.
And you exist every day beyond your door, even though this world is often difficult to traverse alone, without a brave partner at your side.”
You are already so much braver than you realize.”
if he tries, the last thing he’ll see on his way out the door is my foot.
for she walks with her sisters beside her.
“I don’t think I’m following, Millie. What about your grandchildren? Congratulations on having them, I guess? I don’t particularly like kids, so I don’t know why you’re telling me this. Do you mean your grandchildren aren’t old enough to know whose property they’re on? Because that sounds like they’re too young to be left unattended, in that case.”
“So they are old enough to understand that this is not their yard. So I presume they are old enough to understand the concept of trespassing. Do you, Millie? Do you understand what trespassing means? Because I’m not sure why you’re so worried about the safety of your grandchildren in our yard. I assure you, we have no interest in inviting them. It seems to me that rather than concern yourself with the goings-on of this house, you ought to have a conversation with your daughter about her kids. Have a nice fucking day.”
But now I’m surrounded by men and suddenly everyone knows what’s best for me.”
One was a werewolf who stayed in the same
Nothing set her teeth on edge like a hundreds-year-old near-immortal chasing after human teenagers, simply because they were able to project an aura of youth to conceal their decrepit hearts.
“I’m going to say this as nicely as I can — fix your face. Because you literally look like you’re shitting yourself.”
“Change the narrative. Slip him into conversation casually, don’t dwell. You want to paint the idea of him being here to be as boring and mundane as everyone else’s lives.
“The degree of difference between being the best and the worst is a hair’s breadth.
A day and night is a cool, clean river for a man in the desert.”
“Did-did you just pull out a strawberry-flavored coochie cream like it’s no big deal?”
She had a town to win over and a family to save, one bottle of coochie cream at a time.
“Good. I’m going to go over there later and piss on her door. Maybe leave a hairball on the hood of her car.”
“It is always night in her majesty’s forest.




















