“Well, look at it this way,” Robin reasoned as I sat with him and Geoff at their kitchen table that night, half-plastered from the pitcher of margarita they’d blended up. Was I going to have a tequila hangover in the… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“These aren’t me!” I screamed in a whisper, two tears slipping down my cheeks. “Whatever you see, it’s not me. I’m just a fuck-up who doesn’t know anything, not even what he’s doing from moment to moment. And I’m scared all the time, and I don’t know how to be anything else, except maybe angry and sad.” His arms tightened… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share
“A half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the bedside table, and his sketchbook was open on the king-size bed. Several sketches, only three of which looked finished, were scattered across the bedspread. Clearly he hadn’t been sleeping either. Swallowing, I picked up the nearest one. A dark-skinned, pale-haired child with an angel’s wings—too old to be a cherub, more like… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share
“You ain’t no plastic doll, boy,” he growled, inches away from Rhys’s lips. “You just need to be handled right.” — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Ew. Can you not talk about my dad ogling people? Scarlett Johansson may be gorgeous, but still.” “It’ll be a challenge, but I think… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Of course, to my utter mortification, he looked amused. I half-expected him to start golf clapping. “Ooh, epic bitch fit! I give it five… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“The deafening report of the next rocket to go up masked my squeak when his hand slipped into my lap. “Oh, God.” I gasped,… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Don’t you see, angel?” His arms tightened around me. “You’re still on your feet. You may hate yourself for every little mistake you make,… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Yeah, well there’s your first problem. You don’t get it. You can’t even see what you did. You’re going to sit here today and… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Good thing about hanging out with a pregnant woman: designated driver by default.” — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“Well, look at it this way,” Robin reasoned as I sat with him and Geoff at their kitchen table that night, half-plastered from the… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“I ended up taking Ben & Jerry and the Gallo brothers home that night, so it was a real orgy, if a very maudlin… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“I had this coming. I just have to take my medicine. I think I’ll spend the weekend brooding about what a shitty friend I… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
