Mum wanted everything, immediately.
She wasn’t even into you, you know. She was just bored, and she thought you were mysterious and quiet – like, “still waters run deep.” I told her that sometimes “still waters just run still.
A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.
Park didn’t say anything. He just held his comics open wide and turned the pages more slowly.
He pulled her close, as close as he could. Like he didn’t care for the moment whether she could breathe. Like there were two of them and only one parachute.
He put on a short-sleeved white T-shirt and tried not to flex when he checked his reflection in the mirror. Is this what women felt like when they put on miniskirts?
Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.
She took them off when she saw Georgie.“Hello, Victoria, did you come to tell me a secret?
The whole point of fanfiction,” she said, “is that you get to play inside somebody else’s universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn’t have to end when Gemma Leslie gets tired of it. You can stay in this world, this world you love, as long as you.
You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer.
Nothing ever ends.
You wait. You wait until you forget that you’re waiting, until you forget that there’s anything to you beyond stillness and quiet.
I think again about pulling my hands away – but Snow could light fires in my palms at this point, and I wouldn’t pull away. It feels like he has.
Cath liked Levi. A lot. She liked looking at him. She liked listening to him – though sometimes she hated listening to him talk to other people. She hated the way he passed out smiles to everyone he met like it didn’t cost him anything, like he’d never run out. He made everything look so easy.
Neal was where Georgie plugged in, and synced up, and started fresh every day.
But I thought maybe we’d get to a point where we didn’t want to be.
Blue eyes. Bronze curls. The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me. That Simon Snow is alive. And I’m hopelessly in love with him.
The world’s sweetest dimples and the boy who never laughs.
By Tuesday evening, deep malaise had set in. Luke-staring-into-both-suns-of-Tatooine malaise.
Im such an idiot I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you.