the bookworm

“Basically, everyone thinks--knows--how sweet I am.

Emma, you threw my sister through hurricane-proof glass.”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon

“Loneliness is a storm.
Not something relaxing, the pitter patter and distant rumble.
But the annoying pre-storm, wherein lives are boring, and not satisfying.

Hello?
Oh, the car crashed.
It’s sad, that’s so abrasive.
There are no voices in my head anymore,
But I’d welcome the company, you know.

Good thing I have nothing to hide,
So I’ll wait for you, and them.
~”
― L.P. Cowling, PFI: Poetry Collection

“Galen?”
“Hmm?”
“You can put me down now.”
“I’m not ready yet.” He tightens his hold.
“You don’t have to hold—“
“Emma? Can you hear me?”
“Uh, yes. I can hear fine. I just can’t see—“
“That’s a relief. Because for a minute there, I thought maybe you didn’t hear me when I said I’m not ready yet.”
“Jackass.”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon

“It's easy to remember, because dating rhymes with mating, and they're almost the same [...] So your mom thinks we're ma-- Uh, dating?”
― Anna Banks, Of Poseidon