Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.
No, thanks. I’m busy being an island of sanity in a sea of utter madness.
And when she’s fragile like this, she’s a little lost bird looking for ts nest. So i give her my wing to hide under.
These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it’s me. Please.
You’re here. So how can I leave?
I am just a mythological creature, after all. I technically shouldn’t exist.
I like thinking about you thinking about me when I’m not around.
You leave nothing to assumption,“Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.
Why’d she leave so early? It’s practically yesterday.
The appetizers were delicious, not because of the kitchen, but because all food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.
It occurs to me that Mutt Malvern doesn’t know me well enough to say something to properly hurt me.
Do you not like the fruit bits? That’s the best part.” Gansey directed this last statement to Blue, who gave him her mostly empty yogurt cup.
For a moment, Blue was actually lost for words. She had never believed people who claimed to be speechless, but she was. She opened her mouth, and at first, all that came out was air. Then something like the beginning of a laugh. Then, finally, she managed to sputter, “I am not a prostitute.
It was easy to read him as shy or uncertain, she thought, but he really wasn’t either.
But that drummer – the one who could make his drum sound like water dropping into a bucket or like the footfalls of a giant or like rain scattering on a roof – he was the one to watch. He was the one who could make you forget yourself.
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You can’t force someone to love you-don’t you get it? You can force them to kill for you. You can force them to be your subjects. You can’t make someone love you!
What God has made, let not Fey eviscerate,” Aodhan noted.
It looked like I’d tried to trap Cthulhu.
I didn’t know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i’d forgotten. Sort of like a splinter – not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out.