More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Who had no-tech nights during the Super Bowl?
“You win some, you lose some, but no matter what, you keep playing the game.”
What was with people not telling me things before I had to find out in such hurtful ways?
Depression was an unwanted visitor who knocked at my door throughout the seasons, and at times, it would swallow me whole. Yet baseball season was the one thing I had to look forward to. It was my safe place in a world that sometimes felt so heavy.
It was my return to self after months of living in shadows.
he was still a walking dick. And walking dicks always had a small chance of dicking a woman around. Even the good ones.
People’s hearts didn’t harden by choice. They hardened due to traumatic inflictions of pain caused by others.
“Nine?” I groaned. What kind of events started at nine at night? What was this? A college frat party? “I thought we agreed on six.”
My bedtime routine was my favorite part of every day, and one day off made my whole week feel unstable.
It was as if the weight of the world sat heavily on my chest, and I couldn’t remove it, no matter how hard I tried.
To be altogether for others so they felt safe enough to fall apart.
“Say one more bad thing about Avery, and I’ll slam your fucking face into this glass display.”
“What if my leaning gets too heavy?” “It won’t,” she swore. “But if it ever did, I’d join a gym or something and become stronger.”
“Everything’s always all right. Even when the voices in our heads tell us differently.”
“Well, I have a home. So if I have a home, you have a home. If you need one, I mean.”
wanted to disappear for a moment. Escape to a land far, far away from reality. I wanted to turn off my emotions for a little while.
wanted my hurting to just…stop. The worst part of being human was emotions. I didn’t comprehend why we had to be able to feel. I hated feeling. I hated breathing.
“Should I be worried about you, Coach?” “No. I’m the strong one, remember? No one worries about the strong one. The strong one worries about everyone else.
We take care of others. We don’t get taken care of.” “I’ll take care of you.”
“Because that’s what you men do—you lie to get what you want. And then a better opportunity comes, and you leave.
It wasn’t fair that mamas could die. Their daughters still needed them so very much, no matter how much we grew up.
love you, Ave. Let me know if you want Wesley to go missing. I’ve listened to enough murder mystery podcasts to know how to get away with murder.
DID YOU TOUCH HIS PENIS?
This is something i would totally say
“Go where you’re loved, baby girl, and
never stay a second longer when the love is removed.”
“Yeah, but baby girl, asking for help doesn’t make you weak. Sometimes asking for help is the strongest thing a person could ever do.”
“Don’t say pussy.” “Okay, vaginas.” “Don’t say that either.”
“Okay, lip land. The folds? The inverted hillside?”
The sound was enough to make me want to start humping her leg like the needy dog I’d turned into whenever she was near.
The flu couldn’t take me out, but my damn crush on Avery Kingsley might’ve been the thing to do me in.
was stuffing my mouth with a sausage link. I paused my bite as I stared at him, confused as to why he was smiling so dang hard. I arched an eyebrow. “What?” “Nothing, it’s just…” “It’s just what?” He leaned closer, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You like that, huh?” I glanced at the piece of sausage on my fork. “Clearly, seeing as I’m eating it.” I took another bite. His chest swelled with pride as his face glowed with a triumphant gleam. “I knew you’d like my sausage.” I almost choked on the piece of meat in my mouth as those words escaped his mouth. I started coughing, trying my best to
...more
sometimes it felt hard to stare into Nathan’s eyes. It felt like staring into my future and past all at once.
A classic case of Older Sibling Syndrome. You think that no one will be able to love you on a deep level because you haven’t even managed to love yourself on said deep level, and you have a fear of letting go of the reins in your life, because you don’t trust others to guide you.”
I almost told him I was sorry, but I didn’t like to lie to jerks who left me on my wedding day.
“Everyone likes tacos, Wesley. That’s not a reason to fall in love, let alone get married.”
Can I kiss both sets of lips? I heard her snicker from the other room. My favorite fucking sound. Avery Only the ones on my face.
A male coach could have a meltdown for a whole season and be labeled as passionate, while a female coach could throw off their baseball hat after a bad play and be called overly emotional.
“It’s not your responsibility to parent your parents. It’s your job to be a kid as long as possible.”
“If you ever need to pour out your heart again, please pour it onto me.”
‘Grief is just love with no place to go.’
