Layla

by Colleen Hoover

But the self-torture makes me feel I at least deserve a portion of what sits in my bank account.

“Why would they call it that? The heart isn’t really the center of the body. The stomach is.”

no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

I don’t want to be someone who thinks I’m a somebody.”

I hate dating. It takes too much time. You dedicate an entire evening to a person you can tell in the first five minutes is a waste of your time.”

I’ve always wanted someone I could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in.

It’s been proven that people who read live longer. Are you trying to die young?”

There’s no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you’re worth.

Falling in love with her was weightless, like air was breezing through my bones. Falling out of love is fucking heavy, like my lungs are carved from iron.