Joan Wells

“Saskia stopped speaking when Jahleel started searching all around. Pulling out the desk drawers and closing them. Looking under the desk. Emptying his sweats pockets, pulling them inside out. “Wha-what are you doing?” she asked with a tinge of hope to her voice. “Looking for a fuck to give.”
― Cole Books, Keeping Jahleel

“happiness is a choice. You can choose to let your mind and emotions control you, or you can be the one in charge. It’s really simple. Alotta people just don’t practice it.”
― S. Ann Cole, Off Her Rockers

“But it’s a lie. No relationship is perfect. There’s always an ugly story swept under a rug of happy pictures and smiles. ‘Cause when you find the one, it’s just too fuckin’ hard to give them up, no matter the pain, no matter the shame, no matter the cost. So we have to patch up that fuckin’ rift, and love with a broken love. And it will challenge us to love harder, stronger, with more faith. Love fierce enough to overcast that rift, to make sure it never breaks open again.”
― Cole Books, Keeping Jahleel

“Look,” Vanessa said, pointing up toward the western edge of the sky. “Hercules.” Joan did not speak. “The whole sky makes sense to me now,” Vanessa said. “Because of you.” And Joan thought, Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere