Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

At some point, someone in his bloodline fucked someone he wasn’t supposed to fuck and the genes were compromised.

It’s an ugly thing, the inside of a family, the disappointments, the disgust,

Everything I did was worth it because it led me straight into Love’s arms.

They forgot that the sweetest thing in life is to be alone, as you were born, as you will die, soaking in the sun, knowing that you put the cactus in the right place, that you don’t need someone to come along and compliment your work, that someone who did that would, in fact, just be getting in the way. I am at peace here.

Is life predestined or do you change it by shoving your way into small, quaint towns because you’re fascinated by how out of place you feel there?

But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything.

Who makes a world like that? Where you can’t hate anyone because ultimately everyone has some god-awful fucking thing they put up with and you have no way of knowing what it is exactly.

But childhood fucks you up, no matter what it looks like. I see that now.

All of life is slightly dependent on magic. So is death.

How things come together in this universe, how they don’t, is unfair.

All time is good. No time is hard, not if you think of it as time to celebrate love.