she may have been in a house she never would have chosen. she may have been left by a man she could not even remember why she'd married. but the pacific was her ocean, malibu was her home.
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she may have been in a house she never would have chosen. she may have been left by a man she could not even remember why she'd married. but the pacific was her ocean, malibu was her home.
nina riva stood on the edge of the cliff she’d never wanted, and looked out onto the water she wished was closer, and for the first time in her quiet life, screamed into the wind.
THE RIVAS [1/6] — NINA RIVA
Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Do you know how much a body can weigh when it falls into your arms, helpless? Multiply it by three.
That is the thing about the water, it is not yours to control. You are at the mercy of nature. That’s what makes surfing feel like more than sport: It requires destiny to be on your side, the ocean must favor you.
lit meme: [2/10] series or books → the mick riva universe getting to know evelyn hugo allowed her to examine her own femininity and sexuality, even years into a marriage with the man she calls the love of her life. depicting daisy jones extended her the grace to better understand our expectations of women and the fallout when they go off-script. and exploring the rivas gave her an excuse to walk the shores of malibu and soak in the salty air of california, to bear witness to a mythology of her own creation. (x)
what did it take? to say exactly what you meant? to feel comfortable in the middle of causing discomfort? to not feel— so intrinsically as to be as vital to yourself as your blood— that it was your responsibility to make things smooth and pleasant for everyone?
— MALIBU RISING by taylor jenkins reid