Andrea

“Someone's at the door! Someone's at the door!!!" they both yelled.

"I just told you, it's my—" I called, knowing they couldn't hear.

"Hey. Get away from the door, you miserable jack-off," I heard Chuck shout at my dad. "I'll rip your ass in half."

"Me too! I'll rip your ass in half, too!!" yelled Johnny Depp. "We hate you. We hate you. We hate you. We hate you."

"You guys, knock it off," I said, racing to open the door. "I just told you...it's my—Hi, Daddy," I said, hugging him.

"Come on in! Great to see you again!!" screamed Chuck.

"Thank God you're finally here!" screamed Johnny Depp. "We missed you. Where you been? Welcome back! Who are you??”
― Merrill Markoe, Walking in Circles Before Lying Down

“I’m an ivy twined so long against a tower of strange design that I cannot now assume any other shape.”
― Rachel Kadish, The Weight of Ink

“Dogs, lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you're going to lose a dog, and there's going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can't support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There's such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware that it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and the mistakes we make because of those illusions.”
― Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year

“They bowed their heads as close as conspirators, the mess of their hair mixing together at the end of their spirals as though that were the way secrets were passed.”
― Afia Atakora, Conjure Women