Tate Brandt
the girl next door who learned how to fight
I’m the girl who learned how to win.
I used to think love meant waiting for someone to notice you. Then I realized, sometimes you have to throw the first jab. I’ve got a sharp tongue, a sharper memory, and a heart that’s harder to break than he thinks. I still make my mom’s famous lasagna on Sundays, but I don’t flinch when the heat hits the pan.
What I'm Into: old grudges, kitchen table debates, his smirk from across the room, second chances, the sound of a screen door slamming
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