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“Social services will be by soon to pay your vagina a wellness visit.”
Screaming
Heifer.
Loool
This thing with the two of you has gone on long enough. I want my girls to be sisters again.”
Terry can go to hell
“Lemme guess.” She barks a sardonic laugh. “Because you’re in it for the long haul, right?” “Is this some kick-him-out-before-he-has-the-chance-to-leave shit? Because if so, try something else. I will not be disposed of. You hear me?”
He is a good man Savannah
I knew it was shady, what Brand and me did. I was terrified of losing Neevah once she found out, and I did.”
Bitch
“I’m ashamed to say it now, but I went after him to prove I could do it. And once I had him, he hated me.
Again, bitch
maybe we can finally find our way to a clean start.
Uhm no
My massive crush is now the love of my life,
Manifesting
Forgiving is harder than forgetting. Forgetting would be the oblivion of never knowing how you hurt me. Forgiving is accepting you hurt me, deciding that I’m going to keep loving you anyway.”
A girl like me will not forgive OR forget
“Tomorrow,” she says from the screen, from a wheelchair precipitously close to the edge of a pier, “is the most presumptuous word in the world, because who knows if you even get that. Yesterday, spilled milk and old news. You can’t do nothing about how you messed up or fell short or didn’t do yesterday. Even when you mess up and make it right, it has to be done today.”
The only thing you can do with today is make it count, because soon it will be tomorrow. And I already told you about them tomorrows. Better todays make better tomorrows, and if you don’t get tomorrow, at least you had today.”
Sometimes attraction is the body’s way of keeping a secret from your heart until you’re ready to hear it.
but Mama sets a staying hand on my arm. “Can you give us just a minute to pray?”
She is just like my mom
Home is not a song, and it’s not a place. It’s people. It’s community. It’s the bond of blood and the friends we choose. It is that feeling—that knowing you are never alone.
I take the glass from her trembling hand and fish out the ring floating in the cold champagne.
Because What if she drank it
“She would love you, Neevah.” I choke out a laugh. “She’d find a way to take credit for us. Like she dreamt you up for me, prayed you into my life. Something. And she’d be right because that’s the only way to explain how I found you.”
Crying in the club
