Blue Lily, Lily Blue (The Raven Cycle, #3)

by Maggie Stiefvater

“Maybe I dreamt you,” he said. “Thanks for the straight teeth, then,” Adam replied.

Thank God we’re not fighting thank God we’re not fighting thank God we’re not fighting how can I keep it from happening again—

Adam i love ur intimacy issues

“I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.” Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.