Pari

“COLLINS— I DON’T KNOW IF YOU STILL INHALE THESE LIKE YOU USED TO, BUT I SAW THEM IN THE MACHINE AND THOUGHT OF YOU. —A”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“I wanted you in fourth grade, when you launched me off that water pillow and broke two of my ribs,” he said, his eyes narrowed on me behind his glasses like he could still see us at the lake. “I wanted you in sixth grade, when I drove over your foot with my dad’s ATV. I wanted you when Mr. Pockets got hit by a car and you cried as hard as I did, I wanted you when you kissed the shit out of me in the shed, and now, God help me, I want you when you shattered my fucking heart to keep me from ruining my own future.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“I’m sorry,” I said. “For…?” I shrugged. “For bringing her up, I guess.” “Don’t be,” he said quietly. “My favorite thing to talk about.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“Alec: PLEEEEEEEASE?”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating