Pella Grace Quotes

I don't want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.

The Produce Gem grins from half-way down the chip aisle. "And I thought the cucumber choosing was detailed."
Cash.
He was watching.
He saw me breaking it down.
He saw my invisible bad summer-time fashion choices.

I'd lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I'm capable of.

An artist, if you'd really like to know who's fucking your wife.

I want to strangle my husband and slam the door as I leave. I want to leave a box of pasta on the counter with a note that says, cook your own dinner and suck your own dick.

For the love of mercy, I cannot walk into mediation with a swollen vagina, Cash. Please."
I smile against her thigh, rubbing my scratchy face against the softness of her skin.
"Is that what I'm doing?" Innocence - fuck no. I can't even fake that shit.

Why are you dim when your face is so fucking pretty? When your eyes are bright enough to light up my whole damn world. Why?

Mew - mew. Mew." I jump back from her finger swipes. "I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking means, Georgia.

I worked in a grocery store my whole life, Honey-girl. I know what lonely housewives think of this."
"I meant the baby, Jerk."
"Attached to me."
"You think you're cute, don't you?"
"Are you honestly asking me this? I know you're not debating it.

I didn't know you were such a light-weight. I would have cut you off, Love Lump."
I make a face, digging the bottle from the couch cushions. "Light-weight? This motherfucker is gone. Light-weight. Come lay on me. I'll slap your sweet pussy swollen.

I'm sure her vagina isn't sticking out." I look at Poppy. "Jesus, it's not sticking out is it?"
"Go say something encouraging to that girl, Warren."
I pull Lilla's arm along, because I'll be damned, if there's a hideous vagina sticking out I'm not foregoing this shit alone.

I want to have an affair.

I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know - before my fetus eats your face."
"It would be equally as delicious.

My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family's future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated?

I'm not trying to make you cry. I'm trying to make you see. You're just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don't bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them.

Snatch is an ugly word," I say. "Like it's going to rip my dick off. Yeah - that is an ugly motherfucking word. But pussy? It just sounds soft. Cuddly. It sounds wonderful. Pussy. I love that word.

Of course he's a Valentine. Look at him; he's the pure definition of the word.

I'll take her home. You guys finish ... whatever ... you were doing. She glances to me, a slight blush on her face. I tug Cash's borrowed shirt down, hiding my red ass cheek. The spatula is still in his hand. He's only wearing boxers. Dear Lord.

Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and longing. Belonging. Knock on the door of uncertainty and bounce in anticipation of not knowing what resides behind it. Love whatever comes our way because it's part of us. Love every ugly word and beautiful sigh.

I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over her. To fill her with what I feel inside of me. A star? A wish? I wish we weren't in the damn hallway of the store. I wish this were my bed and I could go slower. I wish time could cease and this moment could go on forever. I wish I could appreciate all of the sounds I'm regrettably swallowing down to keep us a secret. Her whispered pleas for more. More. I wish I had more.