Brigid Kemmerer

I know exactly how she feels.”

The date of death hits me hard.

Leica girl—she was a Nikon devotee, which I inherited.

I’m so lucky to be on this crazy ride with you.
(Mostly because we keep each other from jumping off.)

the more people try to drag me out of it, the more I feel determined to dig my heels in and cling to the grooves in the dirt.

Never is always okay.

‘One who has unreliable friends may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.’

One day isn’t your whole life

“Hopefully we’ll be seated near each other. I’m eager to learn the truth.”

She’ll be seated with me.

I almost say it. I almost growl it. The words sit on the tip of my tongue, hot and possessive. But every syllable would sound petty and chauvinistic

I make a frustrated sound and throw my arms around his neck. “I hate you so much.”

He catches me, but lightly, his hands soft against my waist. “I’ve always told you that would work out for the best.”