You were supposed to be a promise of happiness, but you’ve eaten me alive.
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The Lamb vol 11
I wondered if this was what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt.
lk 292
The Lamb vol 10
The Lamb vol 9
That’s the thing with babies, they’re destructive little things before they’re even out of you.
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The Lamb vol 8
The Lamb vol 7
Years feel longer when you aren’t loved the way you want to be. Or the way you’re supposed to be.
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The Lamb vol 6
The Lamb vol 5
Men love the idea of women. They love the question about a woman. The mystery yet to be solved. Then, when he discovered she has a personality all of her own, neuroses and quirks, just like him.
I was expected to be perfect and quiet. Compliant.
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The Lamb vol 4
What people don’t know, Little One, is that the most dreadful things happen out in the open while the sun shines bright up in the sky and no one can do a thing about it. Those who watch don’t care and pretend they don’t see. They burrow and forget
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The Lamb vol 3
The Lamb vol 2
I’ve never understood why mamas are expected to be perfect. Men are forever thought of as boys. But girls? Once we’re mamas or once we’re ripe, we can never be girls again. Not in their eyes. But we are always girls and daughters, underneath. Always.
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The Lamb vol 1
I’ve never understood why mamas are expected to be perfect. Men are forever thought of as boys. But girls? Once we’re mamas or once we’re ripe, we can never be girls again. Not in their eyes. But we are always girls and daughters, underneath. Always.
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