24 Quotes by Lauren Blakely

Because sometimes it’s just so good that it’s like all they have to do is touch you and, you are 50,000 degrees hot for them.

Solve this, pink-haired lady.

I'd never forget how it felt to say those words. To be in our place. In love with you, in love with us, in love with our secret, with the island we were building, keeping out the whole wide world.

They are all black and white and she is color. She is all my colors.

You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.

Mr. Offerman clasps his hand on top of hers. “It’s a good hobby for you, dear. It gets you out of the kitchen.”I straighten my spine. Are we in the fifties here? “Out of the kitchen?

He jumps off the bed, scampers to a corner where he herds his dog toys, and grabs a floppy giraffe. He vivisected the giraffe a week ago. Now it’s a damaged stuffy with a neck and one leg. But he loves it, and holy shit, he loves it a lot. So much that he’s jammed it between his legs and he’s humping it.Yup, that’s my boy. He’s screwing a mutilated giraffe stuffy.“Get a room,” I shout.But he keeps going, thrusting and pumping.

The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

I wish she’d say she’s ready. But I won’t push her. I can’t. She needs what she needs right now, even though she’s the only person who ever truly needed me.