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"Where do the bats figure into that?" "Chic for sure," she replied easily, like she'd anticipated that question from the start. "Spooky is always chic. It's why we love vampires."
One of my worst habits was my tendency to ignore things I didn't want to deal with. At this point, it was probably more of a personality trait than a habit.
She’s a Sagittarius for sure
Bad-mouthing that candidate's lactose intolerance on live television? Shrew.
This is a scandal? This would barely last a day on Twitter after the jokes were exhausted.
"Could we press pause on your survival mode for one minute? Believe me, I know you can do everything and you don't need anyone and help is unwelcome. I get that, Peach. Loud and fucking clear."
"There's a difference between relying on yourself and insisting you don't need anyone under any circumstance." He waved an irritable hand at the house. "It just means you went through a fuckton of shit alone and haven't realized it's not supposed to be that way."
"I regret it," she said. "Not spending more time with her. That's the shitty price of grief. You're always left with one regret or another and it never leaves you alone."
"Spite is an undervalued motivation."
Accepting that kind of help wasn't something I could do, even if it looked tempting on the surface. Sure, it sounded great and chances were good I'd get some decent sleep if I didn't have to worry about whether the heating system would short out the electrical overnight and kill me in a ball of fire, but at what cost? I'd exchange one problem for another, a fiery death for Linden's steadfast concern for me.
Jasper’s risk assessment capability is suffering if that is her trade off
"Oh my god," Linden murmured. "Mom. Stop. You're being ridiculous." "Quiet, Linden," she replied, smoothing a hand over the arms of my shirt. Which was her son's. Which she knew. "I'm having a chat with Jasper-Anne." "Jasper will do, thank you." "Jasper," she drawled. "So lovely."
He leaned back against the countertop, his arms crossed over his chest. I was getting the sense that he knew how much I liked it when he crossed his arms like that. It was even better when he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Then you've decided the best way to resolve this matter of our shared stubbornness is putting me to bed, is that it?" "I'm not putting you to bed." He hooked an arm around my waist, dragged me up against him. "I'm taking you to bed."
"My mother is very interested in seeing me paired up." "That is not new information." She glanced over at me, a cheeky grin stretched across her face. "She did not hide her enthusiasm the other day. There was definitely a minute when she looked me up and down and said to herself, 'Yep, those are some good birthing hips.'"
"Would you stop it? Just for a second, Jasper, stop pretending I'm the one holding you back from anything. Stop acting as though you're unbearable to be around, that you're intolerable and impossible. You're not. Stop saying that shit, would you? It offends me because I don't like anyone talking about you that way."
I still hated small talk but now I had the kraken queen of bullshitting with the best of them on my arm and there was no overstating how much I loved watching Jasper work a crowd.
That's the point of electing officials. They're duty bound to listen to concerns from constituents and then do their best to remedy or at least advocate for those situations. They have state-based and D.C. staff for precisely those purposes. If you're not hollering at your reps every now and then, you're letting them earn a paycheck without sweating for it."
Maybe I want to shake up Northern California. It's a lot less progressive than people expect."
Ohoho is that true
