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Pricked Pricked by Winter Renshaw
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“I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I want to know what it feels like to miss somebody so hard my chest tightens and I can’t breathe.

I want the head rush of falling deeply and irrevocably in love with someone and the titillating fear of knowing you could lose them if you’re not careful”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him. -j.c.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“Someone told me once that the way a heart breaks depends on how hard it was dropped. Some breaks are clean—and some shatter, sending millions of shards everywhere, shards so small you can’t see them … …but you always feel them.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“Hearing someone say they want to love you but they can’t is worse than hearing them say they don’t.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“There truly is someone out there for everyone. I believe that with all of my heart.

I just can’t help but wonder who my someone is.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I could never get sick of watching you with him,” I gush. “I feel like having ten more babies with you.”

He smirks. “I’m down.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked
“I’m probably getting ahead of myself. Probably reading into things again.

I do that. I project my hopes and reveries onto other people.”
― Winter Renshaw, Pricked