“Mama you hold the fuck on! You promised me! Don’t you leave me woman or I swear to fucking Christ I will find a way to follow you and drag your fucking ass back here! NICOLE!!” ”
―
Jordan Marie,
Breaking Dragon
“Bitch please, your legs get spread more than peanut butter,” Nicole snaps at Tash and I want to laugh. “Well I never!” Tash whines back and her voice is so grating I cringe. “There are three words no one ever thought they’d hear out of your mouth.” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“You belong to me. My mark all over your body, I know what you’ve given me and you’re not fucking getting it back, you hear me Mama? You’re mine.” “Forever,” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“You don’t go through shit and get stronger. That is a lie. You go through shit and lose parts of yourself.” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“And if I was Lisa Marie Presley and I'd told you I was going to marry Michael Jackson because I liked the shape of his nose, or rather, noses, and he's just a sweet boy who loves children, I mean really loves children, and his dramatic change in appearance was undoubtedly a result of a genuine bona fide skin disease, would you have said anything?” ― Toni Jordan, Addition
“I reached the privy and emptied the slop pail, and so forth.And so forth, Grace? asks Dr.Jordan.I look at him. Really if he does not know what you do in a privy there is no hope for him.What I did was, I hoisted my skirts and sat down above the buzzing flies, on the same seat everyone in the house sat on, lady or lady's maid, they both piss and it smells the same, and not like lilac neither, as Mary Whitney used to say. What was in there for wiping was an old copy of the Godey's Ladies' Book; I always looked at the pictures before using them. Most were of the latest fashions, but some were of duchesses from England and high-society ladies in New York and the like. You should never let your picture be in a magazine or newspaper if you can help it, as you never know what ends your face may be made to serve, by others, once it has got out of your control.But I do not say any of this to Dr. Jordan. And so forth, I say firmly, because And so forth is all he is entitled to. Just because he pesters me to know everything is no reason for me to tell him.” ― Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
“She decided at once that she and the boy were cut of the same bookish cloth, and could quite possibly become co-conspirators.” ― Jordan Stratford, Wollstonecraft
“I know you’ve been on your knees more than Billy Graham, does that count?” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“No Mama. Been here awhile seen a lot of girls, in a lot of places. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen one pumping gas barefoot.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“You would be every woman’s wet dream if you didn’t open your mouth.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“I don’t date Nicole.” “You don’t what?” I ask dumbfounded. “I don’t date.” “Dragon, everyone dates.” “I don’t.” I don’t really know how to respond. It seems unreal, but I can tell he is completely serious. “Like ever?” “That’s what I said, Mama.” “How can you tell if you like a girl if you don’t even know her?” I ask and something about this conversation hurts me. “I fuck her.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“Will you get over your gigantic ego? Jesus, it’s a bigger choking hazard than your cock. You’re a man who’s had a lot of sex. Of course you’re good in bed. but there are others out there who are just as good. You’re not special because you know how to give a woman an orgasm.” “I” ― Jordan Marie, Burned
“[J.Ivy:]We are all here for a reason on a particular pathYou don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the mathCats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn seriousThat's why I expose my soul to the globe, the worldI'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girlsI'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of thisThat's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from HimSo it's not me, it's He that's lyricalI'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrumentMy rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mentalThat's why I'm instrumentalVibrations is what I'm intoYeah, I need my loot by rent dayBut that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte KinteI'm tryina give us "us free" like CinqueI can't stop, that's why I'm hotDetermination, dedication, motivationI'm talking to you, my many inspirationsWhen I say I can't, let you or self downIf I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riffAnd you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my gripI would never, ever let you downAnd when these words are foundLet it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called loveThat's why my breath is felt by the deafAnd why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blindI, too, dream in color and in rhymeSo I guess I'm one of a kind in a full houseCuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouthA touch of God reigns out[Chorus][Jay-Z (Kanye West)]Who else you know been hot this long,(Oh Ya, you know we ain't finished)Started from nothing but he got this strong,(The ROC is in the building)Built the ROC from a pebble, pedalled rock before I met you,Pedalled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special,Let you tell that man I'm falling,Well somebody must've caught him,Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em,Number one albums, what I got like four of dem,More of dem on the way,The Eight Wonder on the way,Clear the way, I'm here to stay,Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that, this and Jay,Dissin' Jay 'ill get you mased,When I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious,Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us,Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas,The way y'all all follow Jigga,Hov's a living legend and I tell you why,Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov still alive.” ― Kanye West
“Love isn't a fairy tale. It's messy. It's dirty. It's painful, and it's ugly. Until it's not....” ― Jordan Marie, Beauty
“Mary Jordan did not die naturally. It was one of us, I think I know which one.” ― Agatha Christie, Postern of Fate
“Jobless Jack sits in his damp basement watching YouTube videos of Jordan Peterson, while Mary goes on a Brené Brown course on ‘vulnerability as a leadership skill’. Welcome to the second machine age!” ― Katrine Marçal, Mother of Invention: How Good Ideas Get Ignored in an Economy Built for Men
“How long we talking?” Sacks asks. “We’re closer to three years than we are over two now,” Katie blabs. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Candy says. “Talk about blue lady balls,” Sacks joins in. “There’s probably cobwebs up in your shit,” Louise commiserates.” ― Jordan Marie, Released
“space from her. We gathered our things and waited while the airplane taxied into the gate. As I glanced out the window, my heart picked up speed. It had been two weeks since I’d seen Ethan and it was long overdue. I tried to have a good experience in Paris. After all, it was a once in a lifetime experience that I had literally put everything on the line to go, so I needed to make sure I made the best of it. But I missed Ethan so much. And being with Jordan didn’t help. She was constantly reminding me of how much better America was. The fasten seatbelt light turned off and ten minutes later, I was out of the plane and half-walking/half-running through the gate to get to the luggage carousal. As soon as I burst through the doors, my gaze met Ethan’s. His face lit up as he held a sign that said Welcome Back Livi. I tightened my grip on my carryon and raced over to him where he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. I giggled as he nuzzled my neck. When he stopped turning, he set me down and pressed his lips against mine. “Welcome back,” he said when he pulled away. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. “I missed you,” I said. He found my lips again, this time, kissing me as if it were the last time we would ever kiss. “All righty, you two,” Dad said.” ― Anne-Marie Meyer, Rule #3: You Can't Kiss Your Best Friend
“Your mum wrote that girls can do whatever," Ada continued. "Education. Profession."Mary, now fully engaged, put down her book."My dear Ada, my mother wrote about how things ought to be, not how they are."Ada continued looking displeased, which made Mary go on. "Of course, how are things to be the way they ought, unless we make them so?” ― Jordan Stratford, The Case of the Missing Moonstone
“Bitch please, your legs get spread more than peanut butter,” Nicole snaps at Tash and I want to laugh. “Well I never!” Tash whines back and her voice is so grating I cringe. “There are three words no one ever thought they’d hear out of your mouth.” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“You belong to me. My mark all over your body, I know what you’ve given me and you’re not fucking getting it back, you hear me Mama? You’re mine.” “Forever,” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“You don’t go through shit and get stronger. That is a lie. You go through shit and lose parts of yourself.” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“And if I was Lisa Marie Presley and I'd told you I was going to marry Michael Jackson because I liked the shape of his nose, or rather, noses, and he's just a sweet boy who loves children, I mean really loves children, and his dramatic change in appearance was undoubtedly a result of a genuine bona fide skin disease, would you have said anything?” ― Toni Jordan, Addition
“I reached the privy and emptied the slop pail, and so forth.And so forth, Grace? asks Dr.Jordan.I look at him. Really if he does not know what you do in a privy there is no hope for him.What I did was, I hoisted my skirts and sat down above the buzzing flies, on the same seat everyone in the house sat on, lady or lady's maid, they both piss and it smells the same, and not like lilac neither, as Mary Whitney used to say. What was in there for wiping was an old copy of the Godey's Ladies' Book; I always looked at the pictures before using them. Most were of the latest fashions, but some were of duchesses from England and high-society ladies in New York and the like. You should never let your picture be in a magazine or newspaper if you can help it, as you never know what ends your face may be made to serve, by others, once it has got out of your control.But I do not say any of this to Dr. Jordan. And so forth, I say firmly, because And so forth is all he is entitled to. Just because he pesters me to know everything is no reason for me to tell him.” ― Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
“She decided at once that she and the boy were cut of the same bookish cloth, and could quite possibly become co-conspirators.” ― Jordan Stratford, Wollstonecraft
“I know you’ve been on your knees more than Billy Graham, does that count?” ― Jordan Marie, Saving Dancer
“No Mama. Been here awhile seen a lot of girls, in a lot of places. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen one pumping gas barefoot.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“You would be every woman’s wet dream if you didn’t open your mouth.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“I don’t date Nicole.” “You don’t what?” I ask dumbfounded. “I don’t date.” “Dragon, everyone dates.” “I don’t.” I don’t really know how to respond. It seems unreal, but I can tell he is completely serious. “Like ever?” “That’s what I said, Mama.” “How can you tell if you like a girl if you don’t even know her?” I ask and something about this conversation hurts me. “I fuck her.” ― Jordan Marie, Breaking Dragon
“Will you get over your gigantic ego? Jesus, it’s a bigger choking hazard than your cock. You’re a man who’s had a lot of sex. Of course you’re good in bed. but there are others out there who are just as good. You’re not special because you know how to give a woman an orgasm.” “I” ― Jordan Marie, Burned
“[J.Ivy:]We are all here for a reason on a particular pathYou don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the mathCats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn seriousThat's why I expose my soul to the globe, the worldI'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girlsI'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of thisThat's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from HimSo it's not me, it's He that's lyricalI'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrumentMy rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mentalThat's why I'm instrumentalVibrations is what I'm intoYeah, I need my loot by rent dayBut that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte KinteI'm tryina give us "us free" like CinqueI can't stop, that's why I'm hotDetermination, dedication, motivationI'm talking to you, my many inspirationsWhen I say I can't, let you or self downIf I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riffAnd you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my gripI would never, ever let you downAnd when these words are foundLet it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called loveThat's why my breath is felt by the deafAnd why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blindI, too, dream in color and in rhymeSo I guess I'm one of a kind in a full houseCuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouthA touch of God reigns out[Chorus][Jay-Z (Kanye West)]Who else you know been hot this long,(Oh Ya, you know we ain't finished)Started from nothing but he got this strong,(The ROC is in the building)Built the ROC from a pebble, pedalled rock before I met you,Pedalled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special,Let you tell that man I'm falling,Well somebody must've caught him,Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em,Number one albums, what I got like four of dem,More of dem on the way,The Eight Wonder on the way,Clear the way, I'm here to stay,Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that, this and Jay,Dissin' Jay 'ill get you mased,When I start spitting them lyrics, niggas get very religious,Six Hail Maries, please Father forgive us,Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas,The way y'all all follow Jigga,Hov's a living legend and I tell you why,Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov still alive.” ― Kanye West
“Love isn't a fairy tale. It's messy. It's dirty. It's painful, and it's ugly. Until it's not....” ― Jordan Marie, Beauty
“Mary Jordan did not die naturally. It was one of us, I think I know which one.” ― Agatha Christie, Postern of Fate
“Jobless Jack sits in his damp basement watching YouTube videos of Jordan Peterson, while Mary goes on a Brené Brown course on ‘vulnerability as a leadership skill’. Welcome to the second machine age!” ― Katrine Marçal, Mother of Invention: How Good Ideas Get Ignored in an Economy Built for Men
“How long we talking?” Sacks asks. “We’re closer to three years than we are over two now,” Katie blabs. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Candy says. “Talk about blue lady balls,” Sacks joins in. “There’s probably cobwebs up in your shit,” Louise commiserates.” ― Jordan Marie, Released
“space from her. We gathered our things and waited while the airplane taxied into the gate. As I glanced out the window, my heart picked up speed. It had been two weeks since I’d seen Ethan and it was long overdue. I tried to have a good experience in Paris. After all, it was a once in a lifetime experience that I had literally put everything on the line to go, so I needed to make sure I made the best of it. But I missed Ethan so much. And being with Jordan didn’t help. She was constantly reminding me of how much better America was. The fasten seatbelt light turned off and ten minutes later, I was out of the plane and half-walking/half-running through the gate to get to the luggage carousal. As soon as I burst through the doors, my gaze met Ethan’s. His face lit up as he held a sign that said Welcome Back Livi. I tightened my grip on my carryon and raced over to him where he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. I giggled as he nuzzled my neck. When he stopped turning, he set me down and pressed his lips against mine. “Welcome back,” he said when he pulled away. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. “I missed you,” I said. He found my lips again, this time, kissing me as if it were the last time we would ever kiss. “All righty, you two,” Dad said.” ― Anne-Marie Meyer, Rule #3: You Can't Kiss Your Best Friend
“Your mum wrote that girls can do whatever," Ada continued. "Education. Profession."Mary, now fully engaged, put down her book."My dear Ada, my mother wrote about how things ought to be, not how they are."Ada continued looking displeased, which made Mary go on. "Of course, how are things to be the way they ought, unless we make them so?” ― Jordan Stratford, The Case of the Missing Moonstone
