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To loving every version of yourself, even the ones you want to leave behind.
“I’m just that type of student.” “You mean a teacher’s pet?” “Darling, if you want to call me pet, I won’t stop you.”
“I’m a ballerina. I live by rules.” “That’s too bad.” The light finally turned green, and I broke eye contact to focus on the road. “You’d have more fun without them.”
It was funny how a life-changing moment for one person was nothing more than a blip on the news for someone else.
“Ah, denial. The best way to go through life.” “Slap it on a T-shirt and call me Egypt.”
“Every brave act is stupid until it succeeds.”
I think I have too much pride to love something that doesn’t love me back.”
If her smile was a burglar, her laugh was a fucking thief because I was pretty sure she just stole a piece of my heart from right out under me.
“I think you’re capable of more than you give yourself credit for,” I said. “But at the end of the day, you have to ask yourself what you’d regret more—trying and failing, or not trying at all?”
“Well, I hope his beer is always warm, his food is always cold, and he stubs his toe every time he gets out of bed for the rest of his trip,”
I came out tonight hoping for excitement. Well, I got it—a little too much of it.
That fucking kiss. If Scarlett had plagued my thoughts before, the kiss had built her a permanent home there and invited her in for tea.
“I can’t believe they used to date,” she said. “What a plot twist.” “Maybe it’s a sign.” “Of what?” “That we’re on dates with the wrong people.”
