Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?
I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.
I couldn't imagine being a girl. The bullshit routine they had to go through just to get out the door consumed half of their lives.
I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
The only woman I'd ever wanna marry just broke my heart.
My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.