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“Don’t knock love till you try it, kid. Rejecting something out of fear only paints you a fool.”
Because this is Manhattan and anything can happen, even a world-famous rock star shopping for mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Coping mechanism number one: remind yourself that your thoughts are not always your friend. They can lie like a motherfucker.
I make an appointment with my therapist. I won’t lie—the childish side of me chafes at the fact that I need to reach out for help. It’s stupid as hell, but there it is; I feel dependent on others and don’t like it. But that’s part of what pulled me under before—the refusal to believe that I needed help. I know better now. And right now, I need reinforcements. Even if this is going to suck ass.
Music and sex go hand in hand for a reason; they are both forms of expression, release, creation.
I’d felt like I was connected to a piece of immortality. I still feel that way sometimes; one day I’ll be bones and ashes, but my music will live on.
“My husband—God rest his soul—and I were married for forty years. We both had to learn that lesson the hard way. Forgive the small blunders. Don’t lose out on something due to pride.”
It had been amusing as hell watching him fall. Not so much now. Not when I’m the one toppling.
But I think I do. Because when I’m low, I don’t want to be the one seeking out company. I want someone to find me, to tell me I’m wanted, needed. And when I don’t get that, I sink lower.
Logic doesn’t always listen when fear shouts in your head.
you annoy the hell out of me sometimes, but I like that you’re willing to fight my battles. Even if you’re fighting me while doing it.”
“That would be a shame, Ms. Grey. If anyone needs to be taken down by a woman emulating a rabid ferret, it’s Jax.”
He’s going to kill me with his charm. They’ll find me in a puddle of lust with only my panties floating in it.
We can’t protect the ones we love; we can only let them know we’ll be there to pick them up when they fall.
the moment you ripped that ice cream out of my hand, you knocked me off-balance. All I could do was fall.”
“Jax gets the ’69 Rolex. He’ll like that number, and he needs to know that the one thing we can’t hold back is time.”
“You are my brother,” he says after a minute. “Life without you doesn’t … It doesn’t fucking work.”
“I want to be the one taking care of her. Not because she can’t, but because I can.”
“You love her. She loves you. The rest is logistics. Now, go get your girl.”
