#malibu renasce

[meet-me-behind-thee-mall]

they're just husbands. i'm evelyn hugo. and anyway, i think once people know the truth, they'll be much more interested in my wife.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

[amorteava]

Talvez a vida de nossos pais esteja impressa dentro de nós, talvez o único destino que existe seja a tentação de reviver seus erros. Talvez, por mais que tentemos, nunca consigamos superar o sangue que corre em nossas veias. Ou talvez sejamos livres no momento em que nascemos. Talvez tudo o que fizemos seja por nossas próprias mãos.

— Malibu renasce.

[swcctnerr]

malibu rising siblings.

[petiteblasee]

Quem está sozinha no mundo não tem como escolher as tarefas que quer fazer, não pode se considerar incapaz para determinada coisa. E não existe espaço para aversão ou fraqueza . É preciso fazer de tudo. Toda a feiura e a tristeza, todas as coisas que a maioria das pessoas não suporta nem pensar — é preciso encarar tudo isso. É preciso ser capaz de tudo.

*:･ﾟ✧ Malibu Renasce - Taylor Jenkins Reid

[bobbseynumber3]

“It’s not my place to speak for the rest of us, Dad, so I’ll just say this for me: There’s no room for you in my life anymore. And I don’t owe it to you to make any space.”

Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising

[d-e-s-t-i-n-e]

June settled herself back on the sofa and turned on the TV. She planned out what she was going to watch. And then there he was on the nightly news.

" And in entertainment", the reporter said, " Mick Riva has married for the fifth time at the age of forty-two. His blushing bride, Margaus Caron, a young model from France, is twenty-four".

June lit a cigarette and sipped her vodka.

And then she buries her head in her hands and bawled her eyes out. The cry came from her stomach, bubbled over within her, and emerged from her throat in gasps and screeches.

She stubbed out her cigarette and threw herself onto the sofa. She let the sobs run through her body. He was never coming back. She should have listened to her mother all those years ago. But she'd bee a fool since the day he'd shown up, she'd bee a fool her whole life.[...]

She breathed in deeply. And poured herself another glass. She put on an old Mick Riva record, his second album. She listened to "Warm June" over and over again, and with each go-round on the record player she'd put herself another glass. She'd meant something to him. He could never take that away from her[...]

She opened the tequila and then she drew herself a bath.

She watched the bathroom steam up from the heat of it and breathed in the mist. It felt comforting and safe. She untied her robe, stepped out of her clothes, and slipped into the water.

She rested her arms along the walls of the tub, relaxed her head back, and breathed in the warm air.she closed her eyes. She felt like she could stay in this bath for eternity. And everything was going to be fine.

It was her last conscious thought forty-five minutes later, she drowned.

June Riva, that once tenderhearted dreamer, was gone.

[signedbyvenus]

august readings 🌿🥀

malibu renasce • malibu rising

morte no nilo • death on the nile

[encontradanoslivros]

Quem está sozinha no mundo não tem como escolher as tarefas que quer fazer, não pode se considerar incapaz para determinada coisa. E não existe espaço para aversão ou fraqueza. É preciso fazer de tudo. Toda a feitura e a tristeza, todas as coisas que a maioria das pessoas não suporta nem pensar - é preciso encarar tudo isso. É preciso ser capaz de tudo.

Malibu Renasce - Taylor Jenkins Reid