“I thought about what Rose said, wanting to see the rest of us hurt, because she was hurting. You have to wonder how much of the whole world's turnings fueled by that very fire.”
— Demon Copperhead, by Barbara Kingsolver
a family isn’t always a mother, a father, and a child.
sometimes a family is a phoenix whose trousers are always too short and his gently treasonous husband, a selectively mute cat, an island sprite aunt and her mayor girlfriend, a were-Pomeranian, a land-jellyfish bellhop, a gnome, a forest sprite, a wyvern, a yeti, and the antichrist.
“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea.
be with someone who doesn’t make you question their love.
“I used to think soulmates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was just like me. I don’t believe in soulmates anymore and I’m not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I’d believe your soulmate was somebody who had all the things you didn’t, that needed all the things you had.”
Daisy Jones & The Six, by Taylor Jenkins Reid
