Status Updates From Picture Us, Falling

"Turns out deliverance has a name, and it's his."

"Sometimes I wonder if this is how happiness begins. Jumbled and messy, but infinite."

“I know you want more time, but sometimes the time we get is what changes our lives.”

a BROOCH BOUQUET!!!!!! hey i'm living for the time period accurate wedding culture

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"It's dangerous, letting someone take up this much space in your head. I know that.
I've spent years avoiding hope.
But I have a feeling it'll show up tonight with green eyes and a skirt."

THEN FALL APART AND LET ME KEEP THE PIECES SAFE?!
THEN FALL APART! AND LET ME!!!!! KEEP THE PIECES SAFE!

oh ok

"I stare at the screen, wine glass halfway to my lips, and grin.
Ace."

this made me actually grin, i couldn't help it

""Because the thing is, I respect you too much to ever insult what
you’ve been through by acting on some impulse,” I say.
“You have...an impulse?” she asks quietly."
“Possibly more than one.”"

"She’s a gorgeous walking contradiction and I’ve never wanted
to piece a puzzle together so fast in all my life. To see her whole,
not fractured."

"With Clemmie, though, I wanted to be haunted. Possessed. To
let her unresolved demons dance with mine." hey OUCH

The author (indie) gave me this ARC and I’m so excited to read it ❤️ (and maybe stock it in store!)

"The smell of a storm is in the wind.
I greet the idea of my fragile armor being washed away in the
rain with gratitude."

"Against the backdrop of the Romanesque architecture in that
part of the city, and in the moody light of the lamps, his eyes were
shattered glass. Sharp with secrets I dared not touch."

omigod what a beautiful sentence

"Clementine, with her talk of stardust and whimsy, has lodged
herself in the quiet places of my mind."

"Allowing someone to touch me is a privilege I don’t take lightly.
It’s a level of trust unlike any other, letting a person into your
personal space.
But what’s coursing through me at the brief feeling of his skin
meeting mine is shock.
It’s like he’s kissing my heart."

"Now I ration my words—saving them up as if
they’re too expensive to give away.
He tilts his head slightly when I speak, like he’s tuning into my
frequency."

The verbiage is so gorgeously put together

"Maybe this strange woman is another reminder that the world is
full of soft sorrow."