I do want to be your friend,” he says. “I want to be your best friend in the entire world.
I’m going to go get more coffee” “i thought you said it was disgusting.” He levels a look at me. ” Yes, but i am a sad, sad man with very low standards.
Last night the memory of his arms around me was enough to scare away the screams.
The world tried to crush you,′ I say, gently now, “and you refused to be shattered. You’ve recovered from every set back a stronger person, rising from the ashes only to astonish everyone around you. And you will continue to surprise and confuse those who underestimate you.
But you must never, ever, let the idiots into your head. They will only lead you astray.
God alone,” he said, his voice shaking, “God alone knows the depth of my regrets.
Is there something you want to say?” Adam turns on him. “God, no,” Warner says. “Juliette doesn’t require my assistance. And you might not have realized it yet, but it’s obvious to everyone else that you’ve lost this fight, Kent.” -Aaron Warner.
A darkness still clings to all of us – will probably cling to all of us forever –.
I have no one else to speak to, no mind but my own to drown in and all the life boats are taken and all the life preservers are broken and I don’t know how to swim, I can’t swim, I can’t swim, and it’s getting so hard.
His expression is too full of something I don’t want to recognize. He’s looking at me like I succeeded, like I shot him in the heart and shattered him, like I left him to die after he told me he loved me and I refused to think it was even possible.
Kenji looks like he might be choking. “A cartoon?” he says, outraged. “Tangled is not a cartoon. Tangled is one of the greatest movies of all time. It’s about fighting for freedom and true love.
He says you’re the only one he wants to talk to, and he’s only calmed down because we told him you were on your way.
I’d thought, for so long, that this pain I clenched every day in my fist would be my sole possession, all I ever carried for the rest of my life. I’d forgotten I had two hands.
Because you’re a dumbass,” he says again.
And then I search his eyes, search his features for something I can’t even name. And I realize I don’t want to be his enemy anymore.
A human need to find a magical portal to escape our pain.
That seems awfully convenient.
I’ve been trying to climb back up for seventeen years but it’s nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.
It’s like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark.
The blood is pounding too hard in my head and my eyes are forgetting to blink because Warner is looking at me, only me, his eyes so focused, so intent, so heart-wrenchingly deep it renders me completely still.