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“I don’t want you to go,” he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river.

“I know, my love,” his mother said, in her heavy voice. “I know.”


I AM NOT OKAY!!

“And if, one day,” she said, really crying now, “you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn’t even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to know that it was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay?

I’m afraid I won’t be okay after reading this

“How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?”

“The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with scepticism”

Dnf

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.”

DAYUM!!

✨ᴅɪᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ? ꜰᴏʀꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ, ꜱɪɢʜᴛ! ꜰᴏʀ ɪ ɴᴇ'ᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ✨

“When did we become such terrible people?”

“Maybe we’ve always been terrible.” …. “Or maybe we learned from Richard.”

ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.

“Marcus’s last words to me were that we’d come back as avenging angels, and we’d make them pay. We’d do it together. But he didn’t come back.”

“And I watch with her as the Boogeyman dies by his own knife. At the hands of a woman.
The hands of a victim.
In a way, it’s poetic justice.”

“Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?”

“I don’t let strange men pay for my food. My mother taught me better,”

DIVA!

“This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about.This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget.You’re not alone.”

THE DEDICATION✨

“Did you just call me your worst enemy?”
He smiles against my lips. “I was lying.”
“What?”
“Qin ai de doesn’t mean my worst enemy,” he says. “It means my love.”

“You never apologized.”
Now it’s his turn to blink in rapid confusion. “I did. I must have apologized thirty, forty times over in my letter … I wrote it so many times I ran out of ink.”
“Letter?”

What letter?….Diana. WHAT LETTER?
Ahhhhh

“I never wanted you to hate me,” he whispers. “I never wanted you to leave. I only meant to tease you until you truly noticed me. I would wait every day for the moment you walked into class with your polka-dot socks and your cute sweaters and pigtails—it was like my day didn’t even begin until I saw you.