Colleen > Recent Status Updates

A set of arms wrapped around me. Then another. And another. Everly, Sophie, and Nora all hugged me tight. In that moment, they gave me exactly what I needed. I was love, accepted, and supported. And although neither that nor yelling fuck in a yoga class, were going to my broken heart, they made the hurt a little more bearable. And that was priceless.

I'm angry because I should be his penguin.

Erwin waddled over and sat at my feet, looking up at me with sleepy green eyes.
(a pet peeve - so many book characters are portrayed to have the rare green eye colour, this time it is the cat)

If she has the power to fuck up your insides this much, you only have two choices.
Get as far away from her as you can so you never have to see her again.
Or?
Marry her.

'Well, that sounds like a load of crap to me.' Cass chuckled at Daniel's sudden change in demeanour. 'Why do you say that?' 'Because I've made hundreds of wishes my whole life,' answered Daniel with mock curtness, 'and none of them appear to be on any 'journey' to becoming true.'
'Maybe you just haven't made the right wishes...'

'Did you know,' Cass asked, enthused, 'that the moment you voice a wish and let it out of yourself, it begins its little journey of someday becoming true?'

I don’t know who took it upon themselves to hurt this wonderful creature, but if I ever find them I’ll, well I’ll—I’ll do something they don’t like.

“But you, young lady, you have a lot of chapters still left to write, and there’s nothing wrong with introducing a new hero in your story.”

“I lost my Marie after sixty-plus years of marriage. If something would’ve happened to her in my twenties or thirties, heck maybe even fifties it would’ve been a whole other story. See now, when I lost her, my book was closer to the end than it was to the beginning. I don’t have the patience or the desire to write another chapter with anyone else“.

I might not have been in love before I met you, but I’ve definitely been in lust. Lust is about the person who’s experiencing it. It’s consuming, and selfish, and impatient.
Love is about the other person. It’s consuming too, but love isn’t selfish, it’s selfless. It’s not impatient, it’s patient. It’s about protection, not possession. It’s about giving, not taking. It’s about sacrifice, not indulgence.”

Sanjay had a very pretty penis. It wasn’t overly large but it was perfectly formed and uncut. He must have seen my surprise.
“It’s Muslim men that cut off their foreskins. Sikhs do not believe in such a practice.

Don’t let the past paint your—our—future with its dark brush.

I wasn’t perfect. In fact, I was far from it. But I was taking control of my body, of my mental headspace, and of my life.

I stopped stretching my shoulder and shook out my arm. “I think I might’ve overdone it today. Just imagine how buff I’ll be if this anger phase lasts for a while.”

“What kind of surname is Henske?”
I was confused. “The six-letter kind?”
She rolled her eyes. “Is it German?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“Does he have an accent?”
“No.”

There’s no Logan’s Run age qualifier that deems you’re past your use-by date. There’s no ceremony with gowns and funny hats to say you’ve graduated from ticking one age-group box on a survey to ticking the next age-group box.
You just turn around, and wham-bam-thank-you-very-fucking-much, you’re old.

One day they’re twenty years old with the world at their feet, then the next they’re closer to forty and wondering where the hell their life went.

Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

“That’s an easy one. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious: extraordinarily good, wonderful.
S-U-P-E-R-C-A-L-F-R-A-G-I-L-I-S-T-I-C-E-X-P-I-A-L-D-O-C-I-O-U-S.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
It is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious to be with you all tonight.”

He took hold of her hand and led her down to the ocean. Sitting down in the sand, he drew her between his thighs, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his chin on top of her head, he watched the sunset, marvelling at the raw beauty in front of him. The woman in his arms who he was falling for.

“Good, because I think I’d like to try spanking. I am interested in experiencing, at least once, the pleasure-pain phenomena.”

“Oh please Bennett you couldn’t have given me more pleasure than you did. First with your mouth which, really, made me believe in god for a brief moment.“

meatloaf shepherd’s pie

Sad from something you saw in the news?
Not sure what to do with those feelings?
Do something good for someone—anyone. You can’t help everyone, but you can make someone’s day a little easier.

When you love someone, their happiness is where you find your own.

Happiness doesn’t just happen. It’s a decision. Like anything else, it needs to be tended and protected.

“Because you push the memories so far down, they come back with the power of a volcano.”

Since I was pretty sure I was about to murder him.
Yep.
Right there in the concrete-floored, wire-racked aisles of
Home Depot.
Luckily, if I was going to murder someone, this was just the place for it. Lots of sharp or blunt or heavy objects to stab, flay, or knock him over the head with.

DEDICATION
For my grandmother. Who, had she not visited for Easter, and put on the TV, I never would have gotten this idea.
Also, with the hopes that she doesn't read this.
#NotYourMama's (or grandmama's) romance.

“A wise woman once told me we can’t change the past, we can only change the future.”
She heaves a mother-sigh and sips at her coffee. “When did you get smart enough to throw my words back at me?”
“Smart enough to repeat ‘em, not smart enough to know how to use them.”