Great and Precious Things

by Rebecca Yarros

“Hey, Pika,” he replied with a wink. Hate to break it to Mrs. Barstrom, my freshman biology teacher, but she was wrong. That wink right there was how babies were made.

Mood. It be like that sometimes

“You took him for a tattoo?” Xander shouted at Walt. Walt shrugged. “When your best friend asks you for ink, you go for ink. Art, I’ll see you later.”

IM FUCKING DEAD

“All great and precious things are lonely.”

IM FUCKING DYING

“You don’t have to. You’ve always been bigger on actions than words. I don’t need you to say it. What I need is for you to realize that my love isn’t going to change or lessen because someone makes a comment or you have a bad day. I love you unconditionally, Camden. At your worst? I love you. At your best? Yep, still love you. And until you can accept that, I’ll be right here proving it to you. Choosing you.” Emotion

I want a love like this

“You two are nauseating,” Charity mumbled. “Not that I’m not happy you finally pulled your heads out of your asses, because that had to be the longest slow burn I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Charity i am actually in love with you

It was the white onyx queen. The most versatile piece on the board. The protector of the king. I forced deep and even breaths through my lungs.

I WILL NOT CRY

My brows knit together, and she nodded. That line… Holy shit. The same man who’d mocked me for always having my nose in a book as a kid took the time to read the one I’d declared my favorite, and not just once, but enough to recall that line.

MY FUCKING SOUL