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“I take a longer look at the words on her headstone.
Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on…
Was she, though? Was she any of those things? The words make me angry. I can’t look at them any longer.
Why do we romanticize the dead? Why can’t we be honest about them?”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“i turn and see dwayne the rock johnson. he looks so nice and dwayne johnson like with his big smile. the man oozes charisma.
…
could dwayne johnson tell how miserable i was last time we met? would he sense a difference now? does he understand all the obstacles and accomplishments that this cookie represents? is dwayne johnson God?”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“How long do you think it takes for someone to fall out of love?” He studies the skyline. “A day? A month? I’m asking because I don’t have any experience with it.”
What the fuck? I fold my arms to keep from giving in to the impulse to jab him with the sharp point of my elbow.
“I’m asking,” he continues, his throat working as he swallows, “because I think it will take you all of a heartbeat once you know.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame