Farina

“I'm both disgusted and impressed by the delight with which you flaunt your superiority over a bunch of children," Max said, when I rejoined him between stages. "At least try to look like you aren't enjoying it quite so much."
"Why?"
"Some might call it distasteful."
I gave him a sly smirk. "But not you.""
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"No," he admitted. "Not me”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“I figured you should have something both beautiful and functional, like you."
He said it so quickly that it almost didn't register. I whipped my head around to look at him. "Max," I breathed, touching my heart with exaggerated awe, "you think I'm functional?"
A dancing smile glinted in his eyes. "I think," he said, "that you are breathtakingly functional.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited,”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Simon, as always, stuck out at the club like a sore thumb, in jeans and an old T-shirt that said MADE IN BROOKLYN across the front. His freshly scrubbed hair was dark brown instead of green or pink, and his glasses perched crookedly on the end of his nose. He looked less as if he were contemplating the powers of darkness and more as if he were on his way to chess club.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones