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“I love you,” [Rin] said. Kitay gave her a tired smile. “I know.”

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and i wonder for a moment why i have spent all my time worried about losing things, when there is so much here

“Now there’s no good way to get out of it. I mean, when we ‘break up,’ Peter will get to feel smug and superior about that.” “That’s no problem,” Miles says, pouring a taste of white wine for each of us. “All we have to do is get married, and then stay together until they split up. And if they have kids, just have one more than them. If they get a dog, we get a cuter dog. If they buy a new house, we get a mansion.” “A perfect plan,” I say. “Why didn’t I think of it?"

i loved the woman i met in apartment B4, but i think i love you a little bit more

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

“funny story . . .” he says, but he doesn’t go on, just watches me and waits. he knows how much i love to tell it.

❝But Celia was the sort of beautiful that felt as if you could hold it in your hands, like if you played your cards right, you might just get to marry a girl like Celia St. James.❞

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't. [insp] for @lilythesilly

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"Actors are by nature volatile—alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. Heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. Sometimes disaster." — IF WE WERE VILLAINS. | M.L. RIO

Isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delights one moment at a time, I mean. I used to count them on my fingers, reassuring myself there was still good in the world and reminding myself to keep looking for those blessings. Butterflies, fresh-baked bread, the crunch of leaves on an autumn morning, so on and so forth. They don’t have to be profound. I started with one: the scent of fresh-cut grass. […] What you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself. It’s so easy to get lost in ourselves and this world. Sometimes you need to find your way back one tiny miracle at a time. —THE SUNSHINE COURT, NORA SAKAVIC

he loves her. of this he’s certain. he loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. he loves her quick, confident grin. he loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness. she’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. he’s never known anyone like her. she terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO— By Taylor Jenkins Reid

sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. but all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. but all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.