You know the kind of crying where you’re crying over one thing and then you think about a slightly less upsetting thing and it makes you cry even more?
Pandora (“Pandy” for short) was a purebred Siamese and could only be described – although this phrase wasn’t in common use twenty years ago – a hot mess.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Light at the Bottom of the World
Elizabeth Somers hopped from the bus’s stairs into ankle-high snow and was halfway to the door of the tiny, brick station when a shock of certainty made her stop: Someone is looking for me.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Six Goodbyes We Never Said
Nell is a dingy yoga mat; the sweaty barrier between total chillstatus and my shit reality (aka, my annoying stepmom and ruiner of all moments)(trust me on this).
