♥ Rebecca ♥

“I’ve loved you all my life. It’s part of who I am as a person. I don’t know who the fuck I am if I can’t love you, if I’m not allowed to love you, if you don’t want me around. Even if I marry someone else, it wouldn’t change anything. I would still be miserable. I would still love you. I will stop loving you the day I stop breathing.”
― Alessandra Hazard, Forbidden

“I’m probably gazing at him with the same wonder as the first day, when I thought that he was a literal angel surrounded in light. Except now I know better—he’s vain and childish and unstoppable. He sleeps too late and dances to Cascada and lives off cookies. He tamed me with microwave chicken nuggets and a stolen dog collar.
Fuck angels.
I’m pretty sure I love him. 
Shit.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I’m going to crack soon; I can always feel the rage coming. When metal scrapes against metal again and again, it makes sparks. And you can only throw so many sparks into dry tinder before something ignites.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs

“I unfold my notes and arrange them in order on my leg. I’ve read them under my breath a hundred times in the last couple of days to make sure I can say them aloud when the time comes. It starts with one clear sentence at the top, then breaks down into a flow chart of all the ways I thought the conversation might go and how I could answer. My heart’s pounding hard enough to make me feel dizzy, but I wrap my hand around the base of my throat like it’s the weight of my collar and dial the number I scrawled at the bottom of my notes.”
― Riley Nash, Bad Dogs