Elizabeth Anne Taylor
April 25, 1974 - April 25, 2004
Our Sweetheart, Only resting
It's nice to see you again, Laura."
"Thank you, Mrs. T-"
"No, no, no. Please, my name is-"
"Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short."
~Laura, Antonia, Betsy
I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.
MaryJanice DavidsonTags: humor fashion vampires betsy
You may stay. But Jessica, please watch what you say and do. Don't look them in the eyes for long. Speak only when spoken to. Yes, sir; yes, ma'am."
"Sit up. Arf," I teased.
"What about her?" Jessica cried, pointing in my general direction. "She's more in need of an etiquette lesson than I am."
"Yeah," I said, "but I'm the Queen. With a capital fucking Q. Hey, you're looking me in the eyes for too long! Eric, make her stop!
What would life be like without her writing? Writing filled her life with beauty and mystery, gave it life...and promise.
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