Gemma

“I always thought you’d live underground somewhere, near the earth’s core,”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“Newsflash; not everything that
drops from your gorgeous dumb mouth is
the truth.” There’s a pause. “Ah, shit. I just called you gorgeous. Now I have to commit seppuku.”
“Don’t you dare,” I mumble into her neck.”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious

“wanted to love you. I’ve wanted to take all the hurt away, to hold you and protect you and make you laugh, and smile, and show you what love is. I’ve wanted to show you for so long that you are worthy of being loved, for exactly who you are. And I tried to deny that, I tried to convince myself…that I wasn’t good enough, that I would do nothing but hurt you. And I have. And I’m sorry. I was afraid. I was afraid of loving someone as delicate and beautiful and unique as you. I knew I only had one chance, and I was terrified I would make a mess of it and you’d only become sadder, and more convinced you were unlovable. I was afraid of my own shortcomings, and because of that I hurt you.”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious

“Yes, well, now I am an extremely mature, responsible adult, and I can do things like discuss my trials and tribulations calmly.” “Uh-huh,” Gran says expectantly. “Such as making out. I did actually make out with someone.” Gran waits. “I mean, I punched him before I made out with him. But it was a mature punch.”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious