#janie

Cabel flicks his fingers at her, spraying her with water. Grinning. "Sure. I think I'm pretty lucky. I bet blind people have great sex. I'll even wear a blindfold so it's fair." He bumps his hips lightly against hers. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#cabel #funny #gone #janie #lisa

Then you must tell them that love isn't something like a grindstone that's the same thing everywhere and do the same thing to everything it touches. Love is like the sea. It is a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and its different with every shore." (written properly and not in slang) ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#janie #pheoby #to #wise #words

And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#janie #men #mothers #men

And he's pressing into her and she into him, bodies shivering, like they are two scared, lost children, starving, starving to be touched, to be held, by someone, anyone, the first one they can find who seems familiar enough, safe enough, strong enough to rescue them. They breathe, heavy. Hard. Their fingers strain at cotton. And then they slow down. Stop. Hold. Rest. Before one of them, or both, begins to sob. Before they break another piece that needs to be fixed. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams

Or maybe she wants to believe that he found her on purpose. Even Janie can have her dreams. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams

It's the touching they both long for. The holding. Spent their whole lives, each without any. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams

What did your mom say?" "She said I better not be pregnant." Janie snorts. "What the hell is wrong with our parents, anyway? Wait -- you're not, are you?" "Of course not! Sheesh, Janers! I may not have gotten the best grades in school, but I'm not stupid. You know I'm on the Pill. And his Jimmy doesn't get near me without a raincoat, yadamean? Ain't nothin' getting through my little fortress! ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dream-catcher #funny #gone #janers #janie

The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#janie #wake #dreams

But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dream-catcher #janie #lisa-mcmann #wake #dreams

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams