...not just to exist, not just to breathe in and breathe out, but to live.

Semper fuckin' fi

God gave us a variety of ways to get hurt out and do it clean. Blood cleans a wound. Tears clean a different kind of wound. You might not like it, Frannie, but you shouldn’t stop yourself from doing it. Clean the wound so it can heal. Then move on.

Hold on tight, Cherie

She stared.
Then she busted out laughing.
And that was it.
All that he needed.
Cher was laughing.
Garett was calm.

Go to him, Sweet Pea.