Annabelle

“It doesn’t feel like a Friday that should change everything. It’s the same as every Friday.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“Wes stares at Annie for a full five seconds, and says, “Oh Jesus Christ, I’m in love with you.” Annie blinks. “Can you say that without looking like you’re gonna throw up?” “I’m—uh—” He visibly gulps down whatever else he was going to say. “Actually, yeah, I am. Yeah. In love with you.” “Look, I am very happy for both of you,” August says, “but we are on a clock here—” “Right,” Annie says. She smiles. She’s a supernova. “Right,” Wes says. Neither of them is even pretending to look at August. “I’m gonna kiss you,” Annie says to Wes. “And then I’m gonna go serve some pancakes to some drunks, and you can tell me why later.” “Okay,” Wes says. They kiss. And August runs.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“None of us know exactly who we are, and guess what? It doesn't fucking matter. God knows I don't, but I'll find my way to it. [...] Like—okay, I dated this girl who was an artist, right? And she'd do figure drawing, where she'd draw the negative space around a person first, and then fill in the person. And that's how I'm trying to look at it. Maybe I don't know what fills it in yet, but I can look at the space around where I sit in the world, what creates that shape, and I can care about what it's made of, if it's good, if it hurts anyone, it makes people happy, if it makes me happy. And that can be enough for now.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“I can look at the space around where I sit in the world, what creates that shape, and I can care about what it's made of, if it's good, if it hurts anyone, it makes people happy, if it make me happy. And that can be enough for now.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop