There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.
There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.
I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.
Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything
Safe is just another word for scared.
We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?