Roses of May (The Collector #2)

by Dot Hutchison

A war needs an enemy, but I’m not sure anyone can sabotage me as well as I do myself.

A Butterfly with boxing gloves.

That we’re allowed to be happy. I’m still working on that, but in the meantime? We’re allowed to be broken. We don’t have to feel ashamed of that.

Hit right in the feels

Guilt doesn’t have to make sense; it just is.