Breanna

“Have you considered that maybe you’re already the way I want you to be? That maybe there are no signals because nothing needs to be changed”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“That was the way of the world: if you were a woman, then you had a job to do, and that was to pretend to love everyone else walking all over your body, leaving imprints on your face. You were supposed to crave it, to beg for more.”
― Julia Bartz, The Writing Retreat

“You don’t forget your first. You never forget the boy who taught you how to survive as a stranger in your own body.”
― Clémence Michallon, The Quiet Tenant

“When does she stop speaking? When are you ever done with the story of someone you love? You turn the most precious of your memories over and over, wearing their edges smooth, warming them again with your heat. You touch the curves and hollows of every detail you have, memorizing them, reciting them once more though you already know them in your bones. Who ever thinks, recalling the face of the one they loved who is gone: yes, I looked at you enough, I loved you enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough?”
― Celeste Ng, Our Missing Hearts