Sarah

“It’s frosty and blue like a Slurpee with cherries, gummy fish and neon-colored umbrella straws hanging off the rim of the half-gallon fish bowl. I lean forward and take a sip, ready to drown my sorrows in this cocktail.”
― Cassie-Ann L. Miller, Playing House

“The mental storm I mentioned occasionally begins to build. But you always quash it in time. You’re what stands between me and that dark, empty place. It’s a hell of a weight for you to carry—I know that. I wish it wasn’t so.” She frowned and jabbed his chest with her finger—the last thing he’d expected. “It’s not a weight, it’s a privilege,” she said. “You’ve been my shield all these years. It was never a burden, right? You were glad to be whatever I needed. Well, same goes.”
― Suzanne Wright, When He's Ruthless

“Which was often, given the fact that the current Mrs. Shackleford spent most of the day recumbent on the parlour’s chaise longue.”
― Beverley Watts, Grace

“but I’m so fucking tired. Tired of fighting a losing battle that never seems to end. Tired of the constant reminders of all the ways I don’t measure up. Just . . . tired.”
― Katee Robert, The Gargoyle's Captive