Frida

“Because I ‘like you’...?” Rowan cackles an incredulous laugh. “Like. You. Seriously…? Christ, Sloane. You are fucking brilliant but also the most willfully oblivious person I have ever met. Do you really think I just like you when I framed a drawing you left for me on a scrap of paper you tore from a notebook? The one I hung it in the kitchen so I can look at it every day and think of you? Do you think I just like you when I tattoo it on my skin? I play this fucking game every year and tear my heart out watching you walk away, only to do it all over again, and I like you? You think I just like you when I fuck you like this?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“My life isn’t over at thirty. My life doesn’t revolve around me getting married and having children. When I meet the man I want to be with forever, I’ll marry him. Until then, I’m fine.”
― Danielle Allen, Curvy Girl Summer

“Lobotomy,’ I mouth at him, trying to make it look like I’m scratching my forehead when I tap it and nod toward David. Rowan’s head tilts and I roll my eyes, gritting my teeth. ‘Lo-bo-to-my.’ Rowan’s head tilts in the other direction, his brow still furrowed but a hint of a grin playing at his lips. He subtly points at me, and then at himself. ‘You love me?’ he mouths.  I smack my head.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“The Orb Weaver. I’m sitting across the table from the fucking Orb Weaver.  And she’s fucking beautiful.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird