Some Shall Break (None Shall Sleep #2)
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Read between May 29 - May 31, 2024
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You have to examine if you’re knitting back together or if you’re simply growing defensive armor over the wound.”
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“Attending to your safety” is code for not wearing short skirts, or drinking in bars, or having any kind of life.
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“People only listen when women expose their pain, I suppose. Why do you think it’s like that?”
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She thinks about power, especially a quote she likes by Adrienne Rich: Her wounds came from the same source as her power.
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“You didn’t survive Huxton because of worthiness, Emma.” He looks at her. “I don’t know how you survived. But what really matters is that you’re surviving now, in spite of everything. That survival is all down to your strength of character and will. That survival makes you a fucking force of nature.”
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the irony that she has to claim connection with one man to avoid another.
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She passes him a twenty. “Take me to Allegheny County Jail.”
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She’s a fucking dumbass 🙄
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“The other girls were catatonic from long use, but you were fresh and raw and real. You fought so hard—”
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Oh that’s fucked!!
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“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
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Exhibit A: Ted Bundy
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Why, Travis thinks, why why why would anyone find any pleasure in seeing women hurt, when it’s a billion times more pleasurable to see them happy?
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Oh he in love
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“I came here with you to show you,” Travis blurts suddenly. “I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
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Something else he has never seen before: Emma, open. Tears leaking down her cheeks as she clasps his hand and bends closer, presses her forehead gently to his. And my god, what he feels for this girl. His torn heart leaps inside his broken chest, and it should be painful, but somehow it isn’t. He releases her fingers so he can cup her cheek, swipe her tears with his thumb—her skin is soft as she leans into his hand. “Travis,” she whispers, and this is another revelation.