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February 7 - February 20, 2024
For those who always have something to say. And for those who listen.
You Could Start A Cult — Niall Horan ft. Lizzy McAlpine
This Town — Niall Horan
Sweet Nothing — Taylor Swift
Work Song — Hozier
“Trust me, Cat. Forming words would be the last thing you could do if I had my way with you,” he whispers.
“Careful, sweetheart, if you trip over yourself again, I’d think you're trying to do it just for me to catch you,”
I used to think I was an optimist, but maybe I’m just delusional.
jajsjaja.
It’s hard to miss Catherine Fables. Especially when she’s all I fucking see sometimes.
“Why bother with porn when books exist?”
And those five minutes with her would mean the world to me.
It’s impossible for someone to get more and more beautiful every time I see them, right? Like, that shouldn’t happen. So, why is it when I look into those dark brown eyes, I can see a golden pool of light swirling within them that I’ve never seen before?
I loved the feeling of feeling so incredibly immersed into a book that you forget that you’re reading.
“I think you could do anything you wanted to, Cat,”
the football player who is terrible at baking.
“For someone who says they don’t know how to talk to people, you talk a lot of bullshit,”
“Only for you,”
I love to read about it and watch it, but in reality, it could never work. There are too many limiting factors, too many parts of myself that I am convinced are incapable of being loved.
There is literally zero hope in hoping when you’re not certain it’ll come true.”
“Open the door, Catherine. I’ve been standing outside for the last ten minutes.”
“I added crushed up Oreo’s in there ‘cause I know you like them,”
“It tastes much better coming from you, though.”
She ate my cupcakes.
but God, I really like this girl. Way more than I should.
A huge part of me was hoping I’d get to do that, but I would’ve kissed it off her face. I don’t know if I’m making up the chemistry between us in my head, but there is no way she’s not affected by me the same way I’m affected by her.
She’s so fucking pretty. Have I said that before?
i want someone to worship me this much.
Catherine can try to hide her emotions all she wants, but I read her like she’s my favourite book. I’ve always liked that about her.
“Yeah, you got it,” she replies, still giggling. If I could hear that sound before I go to heaven, I know I would die a happy man because fuck.
“Your mind is extraordinary, Cat, you know that?”
“God, it’s exhausting being this incredible every day.”
“So, Connie,” she says. Fuck. I love it when she uses my nickname like that.
If it makes her this happy, I’d tell her over a hundred times.
“Because I think that if you tried hard enough, you could be great at anything, Cat and I mean that,”
“You have a lot of faith in me, huh?” “Somebody has to.”
“Well, I’ll always be your cheerleader, Kit-Cat,”
There is something so undeniably hot seeing a man interact with a child.
Small humans are strange. Funny, but strange.
She’d always been my Catherine before she ever knew it.
“What I want isn’t out there,”
He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the fucking room. Like I’m the goal he needs to reach. Like I’m the only thing he sees. He’s looking at me like he wants me. “You know exactly what it is that I want,”
“I want you,”
She’s thanking me? What did I do that needs a thank you from her? Does she not know that I’d lay at her feet all day if she asked me to?
This woman has completely bewitched me body and soul.
omg, stop quoting darcy.
Or whatever that guy from the cheesy rom com says.
jajsjaja, lo amo mucho.
“I’m not a jealous person, Cat. I never have been. But with you, knowing you’re about to go out there in front of those fucking vultures, you could say I’m a little jealous.”
“Why? We’re– We’re just friends.” “Friends,” I bite the word out as if it has personally offended me in some way. “Is the very last thing on my mind when it comes to you, and you know that.”
If this is exactly what hell is like, I never want to die.
If it was anybody else, I wouldn’t care. But it’s not anybody else. It’s her and she’s all I want.
“Catherine?” She looks down at my hand and then back up at me, considering it. “Don’t make me beg.” Her mouth lifts into a smirk and she finally clasps her hand in mine. “Now, that’s something I would like to see.”
girl, same.
“Because I don’t like the thought of other people touching you,”
