Mariel

“He looks away from me, covering his mouth.
“What are you laughing at.”
He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—”
I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?”
“Your hair.”
I refuse to touch my hair.
“You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.”
“Beethoven?”
“I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.”
“Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.”
“You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.”
― Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell

“The way you were before… Simon Snow, there wasn’t a day when I believed we’d both live through it.“
“Though what?”
“Life. You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up every morning and think, ‘This will end in flames.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“It’s strange how you give the people you love so much power over you.”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“So hot,” Simon says. “Got to see you fight without picking a fight with you myself.
[...]
“I promise to be just as hot later,” I say. “I’ll start fires all the way across the Midwest.”
― Wayward Son, Rainbow Rowell