Tamara Demailly

“Honey,” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, “are we rich?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“That there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which I'll gracefully allow you to leave me. That if I don't let you go now, five years, five months, five days down the line, I won't be able to. Every second, I want you too much, and every second, I'm on the verge of wanting you more. Every second is my last chance to do the decent thing. To let you live your life without taking up all of it-”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“This sounds foreign, like picking words at random. Magnetic fridge poetry”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride