* Spoilers are highlighted like so :)
“It’s midnight, it’s sweltering, and I might be high on Vicodin, but that guy—that guy right over there—that’s him.”
“You can pronounce my name.” Most people call me Iz-la, but I’m Eye-la. Island without the nd.”
“Do you wanna practice on me?” I ask.”
“Yummy. “”Yummy tummy.”
“Thank you, slutty funnel.”
“Ohmygod what the hell did I do last night?????????”
“There’s none of that he’s-my-best-friend-but-we’re-secretly-in-love bullshit. A relationship with him would feel incestuous.”
“Leave it to me to admit cowardice to the object of my longtime infatuation.”
“If only the discovery of mutual admiration could lead promptly into making out.”
“If only I could say, “Listen, I like you, and you like me, so let’s go find a secluded park and touch each other.”
“I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.”
“The distance between us has disappeared.”
“And where do you begin with everything.”
“I wonder if I’m newsworthy.”
“People can play dumb all they want, but they always give themselves away in their actions. In the small moments, like that.”
“If you were my girl,” I say, barely able to catch my breath, “I’d remove your skin, dye it purple, and wear you like a scarf at fancy gatherings!”
“You know,” he says, “If you weren’t tiny, cute, and remarkably innocent looking, I’d be running away right now. This feels like the setup to some torture porn.”
“It must be difficult to remember when your brain is smaller than your penis.”
“How do people even make friends? How does that happen?”
“Everyone is worthy of love. Even a dumb sister like you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I believe in fate now.”
“Assholes always eat their own words.”
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