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wow, okay so he’s crazy, and she’s cutie

what the heck’s is going on with this man?

SUCH A BADDIE🔥🔥

soooo when’s the enemies to lovers gonna happen??😛

soooo like she’s gonna be ruling this whole country before we know it😏

who’s she gonna pick😓

“…JB. Because of Julia. And, especially, because of Harold.”

“…himself to every day find a new reason to keep going. Some of these reasons are little reasons, they are tastes he likes, they are symphonies he likes, they are paintings he likes, buildings he likes, operas and books he likes, places he wants to see, either again or for the first time. Some of these reasons are obligations: Because he should. Because he can. Because Willem would want him to. Because of…”

“Today will be the day I miss Willem less. And then something will happen, something as simple as walking into his closet and seeing the lonely, waiting stand of Willem’s shirts that will never be worn again, and his ambition, his hopefulness will dissolve, and he will be cast into despair once again. Sometimes he thinks: I can do this. But more and more now, he knows: I can’t. He has made a promise to…”

“Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It’s so sad, and yet we all do it. We all cling to it; we all search for something to give us solace.”

“‘I’m Willem Ragnarsson,” he says. “And I will never let you go.”’

“…different. If he sacrifices his legs, he will be admitting to Dr. Traylor that he has won; he will be surrendering to him, to that night in the field with the car.”

“He knows how irrational it seems, his desire to keep his legs, his legs that have caused him so many problems, that have cost him how many hours, how much money, how much pain to maintain? But still: They are his. They are his legs. They are him. How can he willingly cut away a part of himself? He knows that he has already cut away so much of himself over the years: flesh, skin, scars. But somehow this is…”

“They are both quiet, both, he fears, nostalgic for the days when cutting was his most serious problem.”

“…everything, you’ll wind up with nothing.
AMY:[crying] So what did you pick?
SETH: I don’t know. [beat] I don’t know.”

“…lucky. The rest you have to look for elsewhere. It’s only in the movies that you find someone who gives you all of those things. But this isn’t the movies. In the real world, you have to identify which three qualities you want to spend the rest of your life with, and then you look for those qualities in another person. That’s real life. Don’t you see it’s a trap? If you keep trying to find…”

“SETH: But don’t you understand, Amy? You’re wrong. Relationships never provide you with everything. They provide you with some things. You take all the things you want from a person-sexual chemistry, let’s say, or good conversation, or financial support, or intellectual compatibility, or niceness, or loyalty-and you get to pick three of those things. Three-that’s it. Maybe four, if you’re very…”

“… expect to be saved.”

“And that was the end. After that, he became an adult. As he lay in the hospital, Ana sitting by his side, he made promises to himself. He evaluated the mistakes he had made. He never had known whom to trust: he had followed anyone who had shown him any kindness. After, though, he decided that he would change this. No longer would he trust people so quickly. No longer would he have sex. No longer would he…”

“… to believe him over us, because Caleb confirmed what he had always thought and always been taught, and it is always easier to believe what you already think than to try to change your mind.”

“…went, there it would be, that shining twined string that stretched and pulled but never broke, our every movement reminding us of what we would never have again.”

“But as much as I love her, for many years a part of me couldn’t stop feeling that I had something deeper, something more profound with Liesl. We had made someone together, and we had watched him die together. Sometimes I felt that there was something physical connecting us, a long rope that stretched between Boston and Portland: when she tugged on her end, I felt it on mine. Wherever she went, wherever I…”

“How had it happened that he was the one who was all alone? Why had they left him for Jackson to pick over and destroy? Why hadn’t they fought harder for him? He wanted to devastate them; he wanted them to feel as inhuman as he did.”

“…when he wanted to. He wanted to find somewhere private to swim, because the motion stilled his back and because he wasn’t able to take his walks any longer.
But he couldn’t tell Harold any of this. He didn’t want Harold to know just how flawed he was, what a piece of junk he’d acquired. And so he’d said nothing, and told Harold he had to go, and that he would talk to him later.”

“…old man with a catheter and a bony, bare chest? How could he tell Harold that he dreamed not of marriage, or children, but that he would someday have enough money to pay someone to take care of him if he needed it, someone who would be kind to him and allow him privacy and dignity? And then, yes, there were the things he wanted: He wanted to live somewhere where the elevator worked. He wanted to take cabs…”

“…opened, Andy had mentioned hospitalization and, maybe, someday in the future, amputation? How could he tell him that if his was amputated, it would mean a hospital stay, and physical therapy, and prostheses? How could he tell him about the surgery he wanted on his back, the laser burning his carapace of scars down to nothing? How could he tell Harold of his deepest fears: his loneliness, of becoming the…”

“And so how could he tell Harold that he had to consider wheelchairs, which needed to be replaced every few years, and which insurance didn’t wholly cover? How could he tell him that Andy, who didn’t take insurance, never charged him, had never charged him, but might want to someday, and if he did, he certainly wasn’t not going to pay him? How could he tell him that this most recent time his wound had…”

honestly i’m already cringed out… what is those girl doinggg

Okay Felix is the cutest potato ever, and honestly i’m not excited for the confession scene between bridget, felix and lucy

The creek keeps getting higher😬😢