You shouldn’t reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you’re setting.
Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.
I’d rather be broken than wasted.
You win when no one finds you, even if they’re not looking.
She didn’t want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.
You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.
That was the beauty in stacking up words – they got cheaper, the more you had of them.
I choose you over everyone.
You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.
But you’re so helpless sometimes. It’s like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.
You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.
The me that’s me right now is yours. Always.
Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she’d ever written about Baz or Simon’s chests. She’d written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi’s chest was a living thing.
Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.
You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.
It’s more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one – and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you’re right.
Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen – because you love each other.
You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.
Take your vitamins. Don’t drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.
Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.