Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail (Bright Falls, #2)

by Ashley Herring Blake

still texts me, oh, every couple of months, just to”—Here Jordan shot finger quotes into the air—“check in, because apparently, she’s taking that best friends bullshit all the way.”

I don't remember the last time my friends texted me. I love my wife <3

You’re pretty much the poster kid for compulsory heterosexuality.”

Same girly

Love that word.

“She’s married.”

That's some Michigan lesbian bull shit!

They have a goddamn kid.

Yep. Michigan lesbian bull shit.

Like who I am isn’t what anyone else wants.”

Yikes. Relatable.

she had this wild group of women who would most definitely kick someone’s ass for her if she needed them to.

That is what I want.

I’m in if you are.

I love it <3

her daily card

I miss tarot. I should get back in the practice

You are new to me. Feeling like this.”

That feeling l!!!!

am sorry I hurt you, but I’m not sorry I left.

Then why the fuck are you here?

“It’s a fascinating organ, having nothing to do with reproduction whatsoever. It literally exists for pleasure. The clit is badass.”

Love.

don’t know who you are or what you want. And you’re letting your mom call the shots like a coward.”

Ouch.

I’m only lost if I fail. I’m only lost if everything I’ve worked for goes up in flames, because my mother’s right. It’s my life. Who the hell am I without it? Without her? If my own mother doesn’t think I can succeed, that I can be someone important, then who . . .”

I am so grateful that I broke that cycle with my mother.

There, shining up at her in all its ridiculous, impossible glory, was the Two of Cups.

My heart!!!!

“When you’re ready to talk, I’d like to listen.”