Larisa

“How do I explain this? Have you ever talked with someone who is obviously shaping their replies to please you? Except their guesses are like a blind man throwing at a dartboard. it leaves you feeling kinda soiled, like you've been talking to a poorly made shell.”
― Greer Stothers, Apparently, Sir Cameron Needs to Die

“don’t have much to offer,” he went on softly. “Just a quiet life with a grumpy man from a small town, but I can promise to love you every day.” “You love me?” I said. Don’t cry, Teddy. “I do,” he said. “And I want to show you how much I love you every single day. I want to do everything with you. I want you to be part of my daughter’s life. I want you at every soccer game, barrel race, and art show. I want you there when she sneaks into my bed in the mornings”—he kissed one of my cheeks then. “I want to marry you. I want to have babies with you—little copper-headed demons running around wreaking havoc”—a kiss on the other cheek. “I want to sit on this porch with you thirty years from now and look up at the sky and wonder what I did to deserve a life this good.”
― Lyla Sage, Lost and Lassoed

“It’s okay to love her, Gus. It’s okay to want her. It’s okay to want. You have so much love to give, Gus. I see it in the way that you love our daughter and in the way you care for your family—me included—and I just want you to have someone who can love you back the same way.”
― Lyla Sage, Lost and Lassoed

“Roll with the punches, Teddy Andersen. And punch back if you need to,”
― Lyla Sage, Lost and Lassoed