Erin

“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

“People weren’t weak around me.
They couldn’t afford to be.
I was Aidan O’Donnelly Sr.’s heir.
I was the future king of the Five Points.
Weakness around me was tantamount to asking for a target to be placed on your back.

Yet Savannah, in spite of knowing all this, hell maybe because of this, lowered her walls and handed me the key to the door that was her. Presenting me with something more precious than she could begin to imagine.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Hot

“There’s a sweet kind of abyss in the unknown. In diving headfirst into whatever the universe sends one’s way.
"Whether we confront that unknown or evade it, it remains there, a silent test, one that we ultimately must pass or fail. Whether it be at that moment or in thirty years’ time, the test will never fade for we are that test. We are the sum of many tests that we sit through without even knowing. They forge us in fire, strengthening us like we were steel, and that is why we must embrace change.
"Today is the first change as we pass from adolescence into adulthood, and as we sit here today, or in my case, stand, we face the unknown of the future and rather than fear it, we’re excited for it. Today, we’re passing our first test as an adult.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Hot

“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