Status Updates From Still (Grip, #2)

i don’t even know what this book can be about when grip had a happy ending…

“An artist’s duty, as far as I’m concerned, is to reflect the times.” – Nina Simone, Musician & Activist

Re-read #1

“I’ll always come for you, Bristol.”
He said it after eight years of waiting for me. He said it when he came to LA after our fight. He’s said it in a million ways with and without words. He says it with his heart, and I have to believe him because when I was at my lowest and thought all was lost, he found me in hell and brought me home.

He said it after eight years of waiting for me. He said it when he came to LA after our fight. He’s said it in a million ways with and without words. He says it with his heart, and I have to believe him because when I was at my lowest and thought all was lost, he found me in hell and brought me home.

“One more word outta you, Bristol James, and you’re getting spanked or fucked in this back seat,” I snap. “Amir can never un-see either of those things. You decide what it’s gonna be.”

Can I watch 🫣🤭🤭🤭

“One more word outta you, Bristol James, and you’re getting spanked or fucked in this back seat,” I snap. “Amir can never un-see either of those things. You decide what it’s gonna be.”

The hardest things in life have no escape, no workaround. There is no around, only through. We trudge through those storms. They toss us to and fro. They drench us and change us and strip us of the protection we thought privilege allowed, only to find in the end that we all bleed. We all suffer. We all die.

Unconditional love, by definition, doesn’t give a damn about those labels. Life is the grand equalizer. It has a way of stripping those privileges, rendering them inconsequential. Black, white, rich, poor—when it rains, we all get wet. When it rains, it pours, and sometimes, there is no shelter.

What the fuck just happened?!
My heart just broke for my new favourite characters, is what just happened! 💔🥺😓😥😢😭

Kennedy Ryan, what's going on?

PISSY STICKS 🤣🤣🤣
IYKYK

“Dwell in possibility.” – Emily Dickinson

We all bruise, It’s that black and blue
A dream deferred,
Nightmare come true
In another man’s shoes,
Walk a mile or two
Might learn a couple things
I’m no different than you!

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“I aspire to be many things,” she finally says, “but there is nothing I will ever do that will make me prouder than being your wife.”

When she puts it that way, knowing her ambitions and her drive, to hear her esteem our relationship above all else as we start our life together humbles me. If I wasn’t already on my knees, that would have brought me to them. I take her hand and slip the ring on her finger.