Autumn Sumner

“What made you go after her, finally?” “Because maybe you are capable, but I’m not. There’s no one else for me but her. Never before, never after.”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“Ask me anything,” he whispers, pressing his thumb into the corner of my mouth before tracing my lip as his cinnamon coated hair hangs between us. “Ask me, and I’ll tell you.” “We’re not business anymore,” I whisper, partly a declaration part question. We’re chest to chest as he slowly shakes his head. “No, we’re not.” I can’t bring myself to ask him, and so I don’t. Instead, he leans in and presses his lips to mine before he speaks. “You warned me not to fall in love with you. You said you wouldn’t make room for me.” “You told me you wouldn’t,” I remind him, my soul soaring with his confession. He leans in close, his nose brushing mine. “Then I guess that makes us both lia—”
― Kate Stewart, Exodus

“You’re gonna be a star, Nettie. I just know it. You’re gonna be a star.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“Hi, I’m Cecelia. So nice to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. Why, yes, I am the tramp ass ho having wild, animalistic sex with your son amongst the trees. Why, just the other day we tossed his best friend in the mix, it was quite delightful. And your green bean casserole is delish.”
― Kate Stewart, Flock