The Summer I Turned Pretty The Collection

by Jenny Han

Maybe letting myself forget how good it used to be will make things easier.

knowing that things will never be the same again. It’s all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don’t. You don’t know anything.

Sacred Heart.

*eyebrow raise*

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

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