Erin

“Do you remember what I used to tell you?” Manson said. “When we were teenagers and we’d drive out here to talk about shit…you’d tell me you didn’t want to see another day…” I remembered that, of course I did. I remembered the despair I felt, the pain we shared, how hopeless I’d been. “If you can get through the night, you’ll see the sun again,” I said, repeating the words he’d told me back then. “Keep chasing the next sunrise.” I closed my eyes as I exhaled. “The night feels really fucking dark, Manson, but I’m still chasing sunrises.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I’m telling you now. If you don’t move your hands away, if you carry on with what you’re doing, I will snap a ball and chain so tightly around your fucking ankle you’ll wonder if it’s going to cut off the circulation to your foot.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Hot

“Holy fuck," Conor breathed. "She’s like your penguin." "My penguin?" "Yeah. They mate for life.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Hot

“Like a real anti-Santa, I had mayhem to reap, chaos to sow, and havoc to dispense. It as all in a days work.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Hot