Emily

“How long, did you think, after all of this, it would be before their souls finally came for you in the night?”
― LaTanya McQueen, When the Reckoning Comes

“These days, I’m happy to report, I don’t have to work so hard. I’ve come to accept that my version of love is a mosaic: tiny pieces of broken glass held together by fate so the light can shine through in different colors. It is not perfect. Perfect, I’m afraid, is far too tame. The purest love is not born from bliss. It is pulled from the pyre. It is fierce and shape-shifted, slightly twisted and delicious. Accepting, forgiving, understanding, and relatably flawed, my type of love is the furthest thing from perfect. The closest thing to me.”
― Patric Gagne, Sociopath

“Before she could say a word, Ellie wrapped her in a giant hug. "I think we've found each other again," she whispered. Parker melted into her. Truthfully, she felt the same.”
― Melissa Benoist, Haven's Secret

“The carpet is a thin veil meant to make the harsh metal look like something soft and welcoming, rather than the monstrosity it would be in its natural state. It takes so little to trick the eyes, but I am lying on the thin deception, and the cold, unmalleable frame is bleeding into me until I start to shiver.”
― Bethany C. Morrow, Cherish Farrah