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January 12 - January 12, 2025
The lobby was bright and cheery, the kitchen was clean and organized, but the dining room was my main character.
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a murder hornet.”
“Are you writing a book right now? That’s so fucking cool. I’ve never seen someone write a book. God, that’s gotta take ages. How does it feel to know that talent is literally leaking from your fingertips? Your hands are like a garden hose of good ideas and your brain is the spigot.”
“What you need are a pair of eyes and ears that are trained in threat assessment, a body capable of quickly and quietly neutralizing those threats, and a personality that’s a full-blown fiesta on legs.” I stretched my arms out. “Here I am, ladies. Triple threat.”
Happiness isn’t a zero-sum game. When you spread it around, everyone wins.
As scary as he should have been, the guy had the personality of a hyperactive dolphin.
Before I could bail, Miles spotted me and grinned from ear to ear. Why did pretty people get all the confidence?
“Goddamn, Annie Bananie. You look like the kind of woman who remembers to switch her laundry from the washer to the dryer.”
“Come on, you adorably sarcastic pyromaniac.
Not to brag, but Keller has state-of-the-art technology and two wizards from the international acronym mafia who know how to use it.”
was Cinderella going to the ball. I had a British fairy godmother, a former MMA fighter as my escort, and an auburn wig in place of glass slippers.
there was a wine bottle with a hole at the top. It all spilled out. Into my mouth.
together. If your courage is overdrawn, I’m here to give you a loan. But the way I see it—you’ve got courage practically spilling out of you. You’re still here. That’s fucking brave. And I’m proud of you.”
“Butterflies are brave. It takes courage to work on yourself. It’s a painful, ugly process to grow into who you’re supposed to be. It takes strength to break a shell and become yourself.”
“Do you realize how much shit is in the world? How much fucked up news we’re bombarded with every day? How many once-in-a-lifetime horrors we’ve experienced to the point where it doesn’t even faze us anymore? Do you realize that people use your books as a shield to survive the dumpster fire of society? That it keeps hope and love at the forefront of their minds and hearts?
“We’re alive, aren’t we? Pretty sure that means we get to choose our own adventures every day. Pick like it’s your last. Be your own main character. Your life is your story. Make it a good one.”
“Give me your fears. Give me your anxiety. Give me your insecurity. I don’t need you to change yourself first. I don’t want you to change yourself at all. I want it all because I want you.”
didn’t say it because I wanted a response. I said it because I felt it. Keeping love inside was a waste.
“Because at the end of the day we aren’t measured by the love we hold back. We’re measured by the love we freely give without expectation.”
