Status Updates From Gömda kroppar (Du, #2)

I think about Charlotte & Charles. I daydream about Love. I think about the baby, running from Love to me and then back again. I dream of the baby learning to walk and I wake up ready to face my long days of cheap coffee and interrogations.

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It’s been three days and life is never how you expect it to be. The food here isn’t bad. It isn’t good, per se, but I’m not starving. In the newspapers they call me Killer Joe and it’s disappointing, the failure of modern media, the lack of originality. Love visits me. Her father too. At night I worry. I wonder if there are other mugs of piss, if I forgot about them.

Manipulative and crazed romantic. Seriously how does this guy keep getting away with everything?

It’s so different being at Taco Bell with Love. She already has pregnancy cravings and wanted to pig out on enchiladas and gorditas. Twins. But we don’t order everything on the menu, just gorditas and two chicken tacos.

IT’S true what they say about happiness. If you approach life from a place of gratitude, you’re more apt to enjoy things. I am whole. I don’t need fame; I never wanted that and I did not move here because of aspirations. It’s enough for me to write and know that I did the best I could. I enjoy my life. Our life.

joe is insane.

love is a freak that doesn’t belong in joe’s sheets PLEASE when does he kill her

Of course, Forty was being hyperbolic and we’re not actually going to Mexico. We are leaving a paradise of canapés and fish tacos and caipirinhas to go to Taco Fucking Bell.

You are beautiful but you are ugly. You are life but you are death. You are the center and the outskirts. You are a paradox. You are mother and child and you are the reunion. You are TARA.

Everyone’s a philosopher after a suicide.

I tell Amy about Peach’s dysfunctional friendship with Beck and her inevitable suicide.

he’s insane