#cobarettiedit

[carswells]

On the pillow rests a yellow sticky note. I prop myself on my elbow and read his legible handwriting. No one has ever left a note for me. Not like this. My heart swells and I stare longer at the note like it'll disappear in my fingertips.

[howeverlongs]

On the pillow rests a yellow sticky note. I prop myself on my elbow and read his legible handwriting. No one has ever left a note for me. Not like this. My heart swells and I stare longer at the note like it’ll disappear in my fingertips.

[linabaylor]

Books read in 2k19: Tangled Like Us

It seems we are dreadfully tangled, you and I.

[carswells]

“Are you okay?” “Yes.” Jane blinks like she’s trying to battle her drunkenness. She hiccups and says, “Thank you, Mr. Moretti .” He’s twenty-seven, the same age as Farrow. Not middle-aged. “Thatcher is fine,” he tells Jane. Is she blushing?