Isabelle

“I’m BJ.” “I’m Magnolia Katherine Juliet Parks.” She paused. “Henry’s my friend.” “Henry’s my brother,” I told her. She looked at me, really looked at me. “I like your face.” Parks doesn’t remember saying that. But I remember her saying it. It set me on a course for life.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“We were just babies, really. Doing grown-up things with hearts the size of Texas and a lust as deep as the Mariana Trench.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“I remember it, like a physical punch in the gut, how much I loved him. Really loved him. To the bone, loved him. Cut me and I'd bleed him. How much I needed him, still needed him, would forever, always, never couldn't, even if I tried, needed him (pg 60)”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“She looked at me, really looked at me. “I like your face.”
Parks doesn’t remember saying that. But I remember her saying it. It
set me on a course for life.
I was high as a fucking kite for the rest of that day. Probably been
chasing that feeling ever since. And sometimes I wish I could go back in
time and tell little me to fucking run—that this girl is going to ruin you,
she’ll be all you think of, all the time, she’s going to bake biscuits, grind up
your heart and use it for sprinkles, she’ll hurt you and you’ll hurt her, and
you’ll never, fucking ever, get past her. But I can’t”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks