☔️ Stormy Day Reader

“No wonder you thought I wouldn't get it. Hey, as a lighting expert, what are those things called in the ceiling of my office? I've been referring to them as little suns and asking the maintenance to fuel my tiny suns every time one of them burns out, and then I yell a star is born when it shines again in the morning.' -Gray”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“I had tried so hard not to rock the boat that in the process I'd forgotten that some motion was necessary in order to move at all.”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“I'll end up with a boatload of, I don't even know... chairs that'll remind me of my failure for years to come. Eventually I'll start conversing to the chairs because I'm so bitter and lonely, and before you know it, I'll start treating them as my children, and you'll start receiving Christmas cards from me and my family of chairs. I'll die surrounded by my chair children, and you'll have to transport them all to my funeral and set them up next to the grave, which is both sad and convenient because my human mourners, the few there might be, can sit on my kids.' -Kai”
― Briar Prescott, The Happy List

“When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit.”
― Sophie Kinsella, Can You Keep a Secret?