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Tammy
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“You don’t share me. You own me.”
― Where She Went
― Where She Went
“First you inspect me
Then you dissect me
Then you reject me
I wait for the day
That you'll resurrect me
"Animate”
― Where She Went
Then you dissect me
Then you reject me
I wait for the day
That you'll resurrect me
"Animate”
― Where She Went
“How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?”
― The Sky Is Everywhere
― The Sky Is Everywhere
“... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can happen at any time too?”
― The Sky Is Everywhere
― The Sky Is Everywhere
“I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. “Please stop apologizing, Étienne.”
“Say my name again,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.”
He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?”
Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”
“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”
And then we’re laughing. And then I’m in his arms, and we’re kissing, at first quickly—to make up for lost time—and then slowly, because we have all
the time in the world. And his lips are soft and honey sweet, and the careful, passionate way he moves them against my own says that he savors the way I
taste, too.
And in between kisses, I tell him I love him.
Again and again and again.”
― Anna and the French Kiss
“Say my name again,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.”
He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?”
Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”
“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”
And then we’re laughing. And then I’m in his arms, and we’re kissing, at first quickly—to make up for lost time—and then slowly, because we have all
the time in the world. And his lips are soft and honey sweet, and the careful, passionate way he moves them against my own says that he savors the way I
taste, too.
And in between kisses, I tell him I love him.
Again and again and again.”
― Anna and the French Kiss
Tammy’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Tammy’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
3,342 books
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230 friends
300 books
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2 friends
3,148 books
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30 friends
3,412 books
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1,484 friends
77 books
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5 friends
325 books
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1,377 books
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151 friends
986 books
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122 friends
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