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“She needs to sit down,” he says to the nearest man, who just frowns at us. “But I—” “Move,” Christian says, sounding very annoyed,
Immediately disregarding everyone except for her god swoon
“I make a decision sitting in the front seat of my truck, my thumb across her knuckles. I don’t know what we’re doing, how long it’ll last, when she’ll leave again. But I’ll take all her pieces while I have her. I’ll take whatever she can give me, for as long as she can.”
― In the Weeds
― In the Weeds
“Her arm brushes mine, her fingers trail over my elbow. She smiles, small. Pauses like she might say something, maybe ask me to dance. I don’t want to dance at all but I want her to ask me more than I want to take my next breath. I want the excuse of the dance floor to feel her against me. I watch her as she bounces all the way to the center of the crowd. My stomach pulls itself apart.”
― The Friendship Study
― The Friendship Study
“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.” ”
― The Right Move
― The Right Move
“If you so much as lay a finger on her, I will torture you from here to eternity, so brutally that you will beg me to carve out your heart with my hands because that would be a kinder end. Don’t think I won’t commit to the task. I know how to persist.”
― City of Ruin
― City of Ruin
“Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.”
― Paper Towns
― Paper Towns
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