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I love Jane’s voice :’) do yourself a favor and listen to the audiobook

It began last night with a Target trip to pick up all-new toiletries. My bathroom cabinets are already overflowing with them but the importance of this dinner begs for new ones, shiny ones, better ones, like if the bottles are full, if the labels are intact, if the packaging is brand-new, then I will be too.

Rich people always want to have everything read, their cups of tea, even the hairs on their soap, am I right?

I glance at his nightstand—at his plate of pizza crusts that's been sitting out the past few times I've been here and his dog-eared copy of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, lying face up, like he's proud of reading it… and the trifecta of movie posters pinned up next to them: Scarface, Good-fellas, Pulp Fiction. The Holy Trinity. What is it about boys and these three movies? Always with these three movies.

May the wheel of fortune spin the world as it sometimes does, bringing us to our best destiny even when we're standing still.

The amount of times this book talks about how women hate Lucky because of her good looks is wild lol

Maybe because love contains a large measure of fear. Fear and love are not separate things; on the contrary, theyre like two fires. One doubles the other. And if love contains a large measure of fear, what should we do with that redoubled fire?

Gloria . . . with four sons asleep at home, one kidnapped daughter, and a husband who tended to snore, leaned against the doorway of the kitchen with an untouched glass of water in her hand to the sound of cars passing along . . . like roosters announcing the dawn and wondered who the hell had called her home four days in a row at five in the evening only to breathe into the receiver on the other end of the line.

This is pretty good so far! Pretty writing. The characters are super flawed but super interesting.

This was a trip

Furthermore, the idea of "lusting for kinship" aligns with the broader theological and cosmological frameworks of Mormonism, which emphasize eternal progression and the blurring of lines between the divine and the human. In this context, the pursuit of expanded kinship networks can be seen as part of a larger endeavor to attain a more divine, interconnected state of existence.

I was a reminder of all those inside things you try to drown in the quiet dark of a cul-de-sac at the very end of a dream.

My guilt has gone away, I don’t care about anything anymore. Hate me if you want to hate me, I’d love the attention. Let me be delivered to the Devil and wait in Hell for a second Harrowing. All I’m doing is trying to love people. All I need is the right kind of love back.

Look at the colours of her. Look at all the colours of her world. There is not one shade of me. She looks so happy.

All I can think of is the letter I sent to a house Susannah isn’t even in. It’s hard not be demolished by the thought of her, because I live in a body that has loved her and I see with eyes that have witnessed her. She is part of my muscles, my tissue, she is unforgettable. . . I bet she laughs because she hasn’t thought of me in a long time and then puts my memory away again, folded up in a drawer. . .

If she only knew how badly I need Martin, how many cans of lemonade he bought me in school, or how many times he left the boys to walk me home. To Evelyn, he is only an inconvenient thing that stops me from being myself. But I am the inconvenient thing. I am my own biggest obstacle. I always have been.

There is her acne, exposed, a litter of spots clinging to her jaw. Susannah, I would be a yellow spot on your jaw, I would be a moth in the wardrobe or a stain on your clothes, let me be anything as long as I am your special, secret thing.