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“Yeah, man. That’s fucking amazing. Yes, that. I’ll help you.
This is just about Preppy and King crawling out of the shit instead of rotting in it.”
The idea of growing up and being my own man, the kind of man people didn’t mess with, the kind of man who didn’t take shit from anyone, became more and more appealing as it rolled around in my brain and latched on, taking up residence where I was missing other things the guidance counselors said I was lacking, like a ‘firm sense of right and wrong’. But they were the ones who were wrong. It’s not that I didn’t know the difference. It’s that I just didn’t care.
Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.”
that if you fuck with me and what’s mine then yes, I am the judge. I am the jury. And sometimes, when the situation calls for it, I am the motherfucking executioner.”
Because pancakes.
Because pancakes.
“Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general.
Just because he was a very bad boy, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be a truly great man.”
Things don’t always start out the way we want them to. It’s how they end that’s important.
I loved sleeping with his big body next to me. I loved the way he made me feel so small. I loved the way his nostrils flared when he was about to kiss me, and then when he did, I loved that he kissed me like he was mad at me. Like it was my fault I was so desirable that he just had to put his lips to mine, his hands on me.
Stop being alive, and start living.”
I made the decision to live.
“Be you, this fantastic, amazing, fucking beautiful…”
“We’re not just going to have a life, remember? We’re going to live.”
“I fucking love who you are, Pup, and it’s about damn time you learned to love her, too,”
‘I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it all over again.’
I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.
Anyways, I motherfucking digress.
King was a bad guy, but he was my bad guy. He was more than that. He was my world. My heart. These people may have known who I was before, but I knew who I was now, and the two versions of me were going to have to figure out how to merge before I uprooted what I had with King in search of something unknown.
King had saved me. In every way. He’d saved me from myself, from a life of standing still. Because of him, I was moving forward.
