martina

“I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“There's a girl, Dad."

He smiled a bit. "A girl."

"She kinda hates me, and I kinda..."

"Love her?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean...how do you know?"

His smile grew wider. "When you're talking about her with your old dad because you don't know what else to do.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster