What If It's Us (What If It's Us #1)

by Becky Albertalli

Instantaneous pedestrian rage: Jesus. Come on. MOVE. Fucking tourists.

I sadly was this New Yorker. Sorry to all the tourist trying to enjoy that beautiful shit hole :')

There’s something about him. It’s this tug in my chest. It’s this feeling like I have to know him, like it’s inevitable. Okay, I’m about to admit something, and you’re probably going to cringe. You’re probably already cringing, but whatever. Hear me out.

This whole dialogue is me when I have my 50th crush PFT

Box Boy dates guys. I’M A GUY.

Pretty hard not to feel worthless after that.