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thinking that I would give up all the sick days I had left for a few healthy ones. I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me,

😢aw my shayla

So of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him-inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.

Okay well so, gus is smitten by her since the very beginning because she looks like his late girlfriend? And Hazel is literally forming a soul bond with her. This is getting insane.

"You're a survivor yourself, then?"
Augustus: "I am. I didn't cut this fella off for the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it, although it is an excellent weight-loss strategy. Legs are heavy!"

what’s wrong with him 😭😭😭

"Dude, pillows don't break. Try something that breaks."
Isaac reached for a basketball trophy from the shelf above the bed and then held it over his head as if waiting for permission. "Yes," Augustus said. "Yes!"

He’s the unbothered king he thinks he is. It’s merely the beginning but I already have a feeling he’s gonna pass away in the end and maybe this recklessness hints that he won’t live up for too long

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other."

He shook off a glove and put his bare palm to her hair, something he now knew he had longed to do since he had first laid eyes on her, that day when she killed the swan. Pressed against his, the entire length
he had ever felt before.
of her body was delicate but steady, alive and cool, like nothing he ever felt before.

GARETT AND FAINA???? I COULD NOT PREDICT THAT NOT EVEN IN MY WILDEST DREAM??? but I’m SATT

'His grave. It was a little boy. And before I laid him in the ground, I named him Joseph Maurice.' Mabel laughed out loud.
'Joseph Maurice,' she whispered. It was a name of contention, the two names that would have shocked both their families - two great-grandfathers, one on each side, each a black sheep in his own right. 'Joseph Maurice.'

« I am sorry to say no matter which version, the story ends badly.
The litle snow girl comes and goes with winter, but in the end she always melts. She plays with the village children too close to a bonfire, or she doesn't flee the coming of spring quickly enough, or, as in the version told in Father's book, she meets a boy and chooses mortal love. »

This is far from being surprising, but it still hurt💔

Then he took his knife out of his pack and sharpened it on a steel, all the while considering the feeling in his gut. At last he knew - it was the sense of a debt owed.
He'd taken a life, a significant life judging by the animal laid out before him. He was obliged to take care of the meat and bring it home in gratitude.
But it was something about the child, too.
She knew this land by heart.

"But you walked in here today, anyway. You ended up in the lane right next to mine, and you started talking to me, initiating conversa-tion. What are the chances? Two people from Morris, meeting in Eau Claire? And the very one I wanted to meet."

I an genuinely smiling all ears ?? When will fate play me such a delightful and mesmerizing trick??? They are so smitten over each other i’m in love

I think back to the conversation we had in the car after my stop-and-run fiasco at the traffic light in Beaufort, and how he said that messing with his parents could be fun as long as he was in on the joke, to. He really meant it.

I slide my palm over his cheek, matching his grin. "I’m proud of you. I wish I could see your mom's face right now.'

I’m crine

" thoughts slip underwater as my arch against him and he ties his hip against mine, needing closer contact. We're kissing so hard that we keep forgoing the need to breathe. It's unimportant at this point. Minor details. "

?????????????!!!!!!!! Yeah i’m sat

" It's been a long time since he's slipped his fingers through my hair long enough for the scent to wear off on him. It's been a lifetime since we've smelled or tasted like each other. Been hungry for each other. "

This is THE LINE i didn’t know i needed. I love this book

"Name it."
Wind batters the roof like we're in the eye of a tornado. We're so far removed from everything we've experienced as a couple. 1 shouldn't love it. We're Heathcliff's and Catherine's ghosts, marooned in the wilds of Morris. I blurt out the one thing I can think of. "Disaster."

I almost screamed when I saw the Wuthering Heights reference… this is craziness that i’m now hooked on the book because of this

fuck it’s peak??? Welcome home classics!!! Emile Zola is serving the angst and the heated passion i fearr (and psychopathic characters)

I wondered if he was remembering how he, too, had left Welch full of vinegar at age seventeen and just as convinced as I was now that he'd never return. I wondered if he was hoping that his favorite girl would come back, or if he was hoping that, unlike him, she would make it out for good.

she deserves to build her life away from her family more than anyone so WHY do i think this is the saddest farewell💔

I hugged Dad. When our cheeks touched, and I breathed in his smell of tobacco, Vitalis, and whiskey, I realized he'd shaved for me.

"If things don't work out, you can always come home,' he said. I'll be here for you. You know that, don't you?'

I know.' I knew that in his way, he would be. I also knew I'd never be coming back.

T'm going to take your girl upstairs.'
"Sure,' Dad said. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do He pointed his pool cue at me. 'Holler if you need me, he said and winked at me as if to say he knew I could take care of myself, that this was just a part of my job.

This is inhumane. I need to buy a gun

'That sounds like an awful life,' Mom said.
Worse than this?' I asked.
Mom turned quiet. She seemed to be thinking. Then she looked up. She was smiling serenely. 'I can't leave your father,' she said.
"It's against the Catholic faith.' Then she sighed. 'And anyway, you know your mom. I'm an excitement addict'

This can’t be real???????! Im so fuckin annoyed why does she have to be so egocentric?

"But Mom,' I said, 'that ring could get us a lot of food.”
That's true,' Mom said, 'but it could also improve my self-esteem. And at times like these, self-esteem is even more vital than food.'

Through the entire process of reading this book, i never stopped wondering if her cells were truly working or if she just lacked of common sense

“Francie Nolan's father sure reminded me of Dad. If Francie saw the good in her father, even though most people considered him a shiftless drunk, maybe I wasn't a complete fool for believing in mine. Or trying to believe in him. It was getting harder.”

Ok that’s it im gonna jump off a cliff

“I'd broken one of our unspoken rules: We were always supposed to pretend our life was one long and incredibly fun adventure.”

oh my babies

They might not notice I was missing. They might decide that it wasn't worth the drive back to retrieve me; that, like Quixote the cat, I was a bother and a burden they could do without.

What if i convulsed

This letter has gotten foolish, and I think you know how I detest looking like a fool. But still I do. For you.
But never have I come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could catch with a net or place in a book.
So I went to your room to spray your perfume on my handkerchief, another silly trick to make me feel like you were here.
this is my last straw, maxon my fav loser

“That's not love, Maxon. You don't even know what love is."
"The hell I don't! Do you have any idea what I've been through—"
"I'm not him, America. I have no intentions of giving up on you."

OOOH MY SHAYLA sorry not sorry if i was America i would’ve put a ring on his finger and never letting him go the second i would’ve seen the multiple scars on his back he got for my sake 💔

"How are you feeling?"
"Your eyes look like chocolate," I mumbled.
He smiled. "And yours look like the morning sky."

OH PLEASE. MY LITTLE LOVELY BABIES

I loved Maxon. For the first time, I could feel it solidly. I wasn't keeping the feeling at a distance, holding on to Aspen and all the what-ifs that went along with him. I wasn't walking into Maxon's affections while keeping one foot out the door in case he let me down. I simply let it come.
I loved him.

What to say except marry already

"Of everything you've done, this is by far the most entertaining!" Maxon bent over, hitting his knee as he laughed.
"Excuse me?"
He kissed me hard on my forehead. "I always wondered what it would be like to see you try."

sorry not sorry but this isn’t cringe to me, it’s just a proof that the real Maxon and America are pulling up accompanied by the chemistry between them!!! I am sat.

i swear to god this book is pissing me tf off.
The only question i can think about is if they are able to THINK with their remaining cells?

MARLEE MY BABEEE