Annie

“I set off on a mighty search for my pants, which I eventually discover underneath the futon. Sorry, pants. You serve me well, by and large, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.”
― Hannah Johnson, Know Not Why

“The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat -- soft and persistent, underlying everything.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“What are we calling that, exactly?” I ask.

Arthur ponders this for a moment. “Hmm. How about … Haphazard Medley Inspired By Radio on the Drive Over, Messrs. McCartney, Lennon, Harrison, and Starr, The Most Hideous Preteen Holiday Monstrosity Ever Inflicted Upon The Ears Of Longsuffering Parents, The Smiths Because I Know You Like Them, And A Great Deal Of Nonsense Made Up Spur Of The Moment, All For The Beautiful Boy Who Is Sitting Next To Me, Because Somehow, Amidst The Recent Chaos, Dissatisfaction, And Mediocrity Of My Existence, Lord Knows How, I Seem To Have Done Something Very Right.”

Oh, this guy.

“You’re never going to fit that on any album sleeves,” I say, leaning in to rest my forehead against his.

“Just the beautiful boy part, then,” he compromises, starting to smile.”
― Hannah Johnson, Know Not Why

“Well,” he says; a smile curves his mouth, promising wonderful acts of misbehavior, “in that case—”

And, well.

I like my body when it’s with his body.”
― Hannah Johnson, Know Not Why