I still haven’t sorted whether I’m still attracted to women, or whether I ever was, or whether I’m some kind of Baz-only-sexual.
Por eso no puedo estar con Levi. Porque soy el tipo de chica que fantasea con quedarse encerrada en una biblioteca durante toda la noche. Y Levi ni siquiera sabe leer.
I’m on drugs,” Reagan said. “They’re a beautiful thing.
I’m going to tell Mrs. Burt that my mom doesn’t want me to do anything that might rupture my hymen,” Eleanor said. “For religious reasons.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this drained; it takes so much magic to stay alive in America.
He’s leaning against the door with his arms crossed and his shirtsleeves pushed up. Baz always looks like he’s in an ad for expensive watches. Even when he isn’t wearing one.
There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.
I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend.” “I don’t want to be your friend,” Cath said as sternly as she could. “I like that we’re not friends.” “Me, too,” Reagan said. “I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic.
You were born with it, but it doesn’t have to be your destiny.
But their whole love-triangle dynamic is so persistently stupid, you can’t blame me for blocking it out.
What a douche,” Reagan muttered. “I’m pretty sure my mom has that scarf.
No me voy a ir respondo. Nunca te he dado la espalda. No voy a empezar a hacerlo ahora.
Was Simon supposed to see it coming? He doesn’t see anything coming! He’s taken aback by Tuesdays!
Oh, curse you, Miniature Emilie, you petite seductress.
Quiero ser tu novio. Tu peor novio.
The vibe here is very “let’s kill a virgin, and write a Led Zepplin album about it”.
Eras el centro de mi universo. Todo giraba a tu alrededor.
That’s how she ended up with hundred-watt Levi. Sitting on her bed and grinning like everything was going to be just fine.
And she smiled at everyone who crossed her path, as if it were the most generous thing she could offer.
I don’t understand this part of America. The heat, the sand, the small towns. Why would you live somewhere that seemed to be doing its best to tell you to go away?