Daisy Jones & The Six

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I don’t know if I would have believed in that type of security before I had it. Before I chose to give it to Billy. And by giving it to Billy, I gave it to myself, too. But saying to someone, “No matter what you do, we’re not over…” I don’t know. Something about that relaxed me.

it? When someone pins down something that feels like it lives inside us? Takes a piece of your heart out and shows it to you?

I have no tolerance for people that waste other people’s faith in them. None at all.

I’ll tell you: If a friend lied to me the way I lie to myself, I’d say, “You’re a shitty friend.”

Your life isn’t about me, honey, my life is about you.