Trish Doller Quotes

How do I know you're not the devil?" I whisper to Noah, my lips touching his. I can feel his smile against my mouth, even in the dark.
"Better the devil you know than the devil you don't," he whispers in reply as his fingers tiptoe up my back.

Welcome home. Now leave me alone.

Nothing is permanent. Anger passes. Stupidity is usually temporary. And even the best things in life can't last forever. ~Matt

I thought I was having a fucking stroke," I say as they free me from my coated elastic prison, making them laugh even harder.

When it's your business, I'll let you know.

Her green eyes meet mine in the Guinness mirror behind the bar and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I've never slept with this girl, but she was the first I remember wanting.
Harper Gray.

His philosophy is that somethings the only way to get over feeling like shit is to feel like shit.

I've never been in love before, but this moment is bittersweet and tender and terrible and perfect. Surely this must be it.

He was the person all of us should be, but most of us aren't. And if I could have taken his place to buy him a little more time in the world, I'd have done it. I'm sorry I couldn't.

Hey back,' I say, my voice low beside her ear. She shivers. I love that.

I don't know if my life will ever be completely normal again, but something like normal is a good start.

And, Jesus, she's a good kisser. So good I want to beat the hell out of whoever taught her.

Chicks are naturally attracted to the scent of badass

Does this public display of affection with my daughter on my front porch mean I'm stuck with you now?" he asks, opening the screen door for Harper.
I'm not sure if I should laugh, so I hold back. "I'm afraid so.

Something I'm not ready to name works itself under the grip of Charlies death and loosens it, and keeps the nightmare at bay when I fall back asleep.

The devil does not whisper things you do not wish to hear; he tells you a beautiful story that you want to believe.

I wish I could protect him from the people who refuse to see beyond his skin, who will never know the goodness of his heart.

What am I doing here?
I haven't talked to my dad in two days. He's probably moved from worry to sheer panic because I haven't come home. And maybe he's right to be afraid. Maybe I should be more afraid. I had sex with a guy I barely know. Followed him into the middle of nowhere because of it. Even after I found out about the gun. Even after Lindsey didn't go home. He swears he won't hurt me, but his past tells a different, violent story, and I don't know what to believe. I rationalized everything, telling myself that I earned this time away from home. But now, with too much time to do nothing but think, I wonder if I was just plain selfish. Just . . . stupid.

She beams at me and it's almost enough to make up for the fact that I'm harder than trigonometry right now. Almost.

In this moment the absence of shame is shaped like Alex Kosta and I don't want to let go of this feeling.