I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.
{ Indie & SelectiveLydia Martin }
“Well…Uh… They’re delicious and I don’t wanna say that I do what I want because you and Scott are like most of my impulse control.
That’s because there were no hungry Jewish teenagers in kindergarten who finally found the best recipe for latkes in the world.”
“Mmm, no–…but if you had wound up being a hungry jewish teenager that was still in Kindergarten, I wouldn’t have been surprised.”
{ It sounds harsh, but she’s definitely joking, a small and tight-lipped smile punctuating the end of her pointed words; cushioning them and protecting his speckled flesh from their barbs. }
“Drinking this early? Clearly, you’ve been spending too much time with my mother this holiday season."