Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

I’m not spiteful, I don’t hold grudges. There’s no time for it—a grudge will eat up your whole life and leave you on your deathbed, realizing you never lifted your head to the sun or had a second piece of cake.

I’ve decided not to punish Snow for ignoring my texts. (Well, I’m going to evaluate the situation: If he’s a little sorry, then I’m going to punish him a little. But if he’s very sorry, I’m just going to pretend like it didn’t happen.

how absolutely accurate is this

“Baz…” I whisper. He presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me, love.” “I have to.” His head is rocking against mine, from side to side. “No, Simon. No. We can’t come apart like this. We’re not made of pieces that come apart.”

uwu

“I never thought I’d be the first thing you ever gave up on.”

the way i screamed

What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.

need me a BAZ

“Conked on the head with the stupid stick,”

need to add this to my daily vocab

“I kinda want to tell you that you have to call me ‘Simon’ when we’re covered in spunk, but I don’t think I actually care anymore.”

the way i giggled reading ‘sp*nk’…teehee