“He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.” — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.” — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“there are only so many things that you can fix with your hands. ...What they don't realize is I am not a thing to… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“When he asks you why you chose alone all these years. Tell him that it’s because you love with all claws and bared teeth.… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“But when I think of us, in the quiet when I'm on my own, I think of Beauty and the Beast. I, being the… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.” — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“Cultivate the distance. Nurture the silence. Let it grow until your fragile heart is as far and inaccessible as his marbled emotions. Don't talk.… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
