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“A woman isn’t defined by her boyfriends. She’s defined by her achievements. And her shoes.”
PERIOD!!
But Garrett’s right. I’m being a judgmental bastard. She might come off as a bit spoiled and superficial at times, but she deserves a chance. Everyone does.
Parents trying to sound cool is a whole other level of secondhand embarrassment.
MOOD!
You’re not stupid, Summer. You just learn differently.
Silence forces you to examine your own mind. To face the thoughts you pushed aside during the day or the worries you hoped would go away, the secrets you tried to keep.
We were burning bras and fighting for the right to vote. Now we’re body shaming each other on social media and blaming the mistress if our man cheats.
so trueeee.....
Loving yourself is hard enough. Silencing the inner critic borders on impossible. For me, at least.
love that we’re on the same page about this. I feel like too many girls fail to remember one vital truth: we deserve someone who gives us one hundred percent. Half-assed effort isn’t effort. Half- assed love isn’t love. If a man isn’t all in, then we need to be all out.
“You saying you can’t eat pizza at noon? Boy, you can eat pizza whenever you want to eat pizza. Noon, midnight. Dinner time. Breakfast time. It’s fuckin’ pizza.”
period!
Summer scares me. She always has. She makes me want to open up, and that’s not a normal urge for me.
I didn’t mind that existence. It’s been nice and comfortable. Conflict- free. But I never felt truly alive until Summer.
“Fitz.” She swallows again. “I’m sorry I cost you the job.” I shake my head at her. “You still don’t get it, do you? You didn’t cost me a job. Kamal Jain cost himself an employee. I’m a good designer. I’ll find something else, I promise. But I’ll never find another you.”
So yes, Summer is everything. She’s my muse. My sketches of her are already being transferred onto my computer to create the assets for the new video game I’m designing. She’s my laughter, because everything she says makes me laugh. She’s my trigger, because holy shit do we scream at each other sometimes. I never knew I was capable of expressing raw emotion, didn’t think I even had it in me. She’s my desire, because I can’t take a step without wanting to be inside her. But most of all, she’s my heart.
