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There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.
Maybe he needs time to grieve in silence, in a place where no one expects him to be the funny one.
I’d rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.”
“Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.”
just meet me here.” “Whoa—wait—what do you mean we can all work together?”
“Bad Juliette. You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—”
It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all.
Why can’t you have a pink suit? Or a yellow suit—” “Because we’re not the freaking Power Rangers,” Winston says, rolling his eyes.
I am not Bruce Lee.” “Who’s Bruce Lee?” “Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.” “Why? Was he a friend of yours?”