Kay Redpath

“Tequila again?” Feely glared at Gibsie. “Really?”
“Listen, I’m not going to sit here and apologize for something that happened a million years ago,” Gibsie huffed. “I puked on your dog. Feely. It was a genuine mistake. I’ve done it to Sookie a million times and you don’t see her giving me the cold shoulder. And I haven’t done it since, so can we please move past it?”
“I don't have a dog – that was my mother you puked on!” Feely snapped, sounding outraged. “And it was last Christmas, not a million years ago, asshole.”
“What?” Gibsie frowned. “That's was your Mam?”
“Yes, asshole!”
“Ah, lad, I’m so fucking sorry,” Gibsie strangled out, slapping a hand across his mouth. “I thought she was a dog.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“In my fantasies, you allow me to keep an eye on you.” I feel his lips at my temple. “And when I really let go, I imagine that you let me take care of you, too.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“¨I think I need you for keeps.¨
¨I think I need you for keeps, too.¨”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13