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No. Cute is an insult. This guy is beautiful. Well-manicured, smells like money,
“There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.”
There wasn’t one great thing I could say about that man—so I just stared silently at the crowd until my mother realized what I was doing and had my uncle remove me from the podium.”
“You’re kind of my hero. You just roasted a dead guy.”
“The thought of marriage repulses me,” he says. “I’m almost thirty years old and I have no desire for a wife. I especially don’t want children. The only thing I want out of life is success. Lots of it. But if I admit that out loud to anyone, it makes me sound arrogant.”
She’s clean and she’s gone a lot. Two of the most important qualities in a roommate.
It’s only been one day since the funeral. That’s 364 days sooner than I expected to hear from her. “How are you?” I ask.
His name is Atlas Corrigan
“Hi,” she says with a wave. She’s cute. She’s dressed well, but she’s wearing white capris. A disaster waiting to happen in this dust bowl.
“Get here right now. Please. And bring a bag of ice.” “Yes ma’am,” he says. The brother sounds like he may be a little drunk,
Did I mention he was wearing a onesie? I’m talking a legit, full-grown man in a SpongeBob onesie. “This is your husband?” I ask her, cocking an eyebrow.
“There’s a bar down the street that gives out free beer to anyone who shows up in a onesie during a Bruins game.”
“The first time I met you, you were high. Now you’re drunk. I’m beginning to worry you aren’t going to make a very qualified neurosurgeon.”
“But you’re also hard to forget.”
I think good comedic timing is one of the most important things about a person’s personality.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m just mad. Sometimes I cry when I get mad.”
He reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear. I liked it when he did that
Reading about Atlas kind of puts me in a sad mood.
Devin raises an eyebrow. “He begged?” I nod. “It wasn’t as pathetic as it sounds.
“Nah, but he overheard Marshall introducing me to someone as ‘Lily’s date.’ I thought the look he gave me was going to set me on fire.
But if I sent you flowers every time I’ve had the urge to send you flowers, you wouldn’t even be able to fit inside your apartment.
“For loving my plants the right way. Plants reward you based on the amount of love you show them. If you’re cruel to them or neglect them, they give you nothing. But if you care for them and love them the right way, they reward you with gifts in the form of vegetables or fruits or flowers.”
Instead of helping others, people use the worst-case scenarios to excuse their own selfishness and greed.
“You warned me. You said one time with you wouldn’t be enough. You said you were like a drug. But you failed to tell me you were the most addictive kind.”
But Atlas is changing me enough to believe that maybe he’s an exception to the norm.
I took one off the cookie sheet and handed it to my father. I hated that I was being nice to him. It almost felt like I was wasting one of Atlas’s cookies.
you’re too young to understand it.” It got really quiet for a minute, and then I said. “I hope to hell I never do.”
“Marshall, you made six million dollars this year. Do we really need free beer?” He shoves a finger against her lips, pushing them in opposite directions. “Shh! Don’t speak like a rich girl, Issa. Blasphemy.”
He had just moved to Ohio from Boston and he had that Boston accent. He thought it made him so cool but I just wanted to slap him every time he spoke.” “She’s so sweet,” Marshall says, sarcastically. “You were an idiot,” Allysa replies, rolling her eyes.
“I walked into the kitchen and Marshall was standing there pressed up against some floozy.” “She wasn’t a floozy,” he says. “She was a nice girl. Tasted like Cheetos, but…”
Ryle is shaking his head. “Betrayed by my best friend.” Marshall pulls Allysa to him. “I like her, you stupid fuck-face.”
All humans make mistakes. What determines a person’s character aren’t the mistakes we make. It’s how we take those mistakes and turn them into lessons rather than excuses.
“You touch her again and I’ll cut your fucking hand off and shove it down your throat, you worthless piece of shit!”
“Why would you say that? Is he here?” She nods and slips inside my office, closing the door behind her. “He is. He asked for you. And I know you’re with my brother and I’m with child, but can we please just take a moment to silently admire the perfection that is that man?” She smiles dreamily and I roll my eyes. “Allysa.” “Those eyes, though.”
“She’s right here,” Allysa says. “Would you like me to take your coat?” We don’t take coats.
Lily, Atlas says just keep swimming. —Ellen DeGeneres
I think about how sometimes, no matter how convinced you are that your life will turn out a certain way, all that certainty can be washed away with a simple change in tide.
“Just keep swimming.” But it gets really hard to swim when you feel like you’re anchored in the water.
“You saved my life, Lily,” he said to me. “And you weren’t even trying.”
Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes.
Maybe love isn’t something that comes full circle. It just ebbs and flows, in and out, just like the people in our lives.
Oh, no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?”
“Sweetie, I don’t think you’re a blasphemous whore. You’re the angel I’ve been praying would land in Ryle’s lap for the last ten years!”
He made me promise him I’d never become vegan. That was a simple promise. I love cheese too much.
Five minutes. That’s all it takes to completely destroy a person.
“You are my wife. I’m supposed to be the one who protects you from the monsters. I’m not supposed to be one.”
Preventing your heart from forgiving someone you love is actually a hell of a lot harder than simply forgiving them.
I’ve never understood how someone can be so rock solid, yet comforting.
“Jesus, Brad!” Darin says, finally sinking into his seat. “You’re worse than your wife with this direct sales shit. You’re like a walking infomercial.”
“It’s like you’re trying to be a perpetual teenager,” Brad mutters. “Acne isn’t cool when you’re thirty.”
