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“The snack bar is the actual antithesis of special. It’s like the food version of a white sock.”
“Are you guys talking about extreme vaginas without me again?”
How weirdly does a person have to sit to count as bisexual?
Can’t I just feel something and live inside it while it’s happening and not analyze it to death?
soft pretzels, pancakes, and coffee. Every core food group represented.
“Minsky!” a guy calls out as soon as we enter the courtyard. “Tess!” “We didn’t hear it. Keep walking,” she mutters.
“Oh, right, the good kind of panic.”
“People had sex in The Lion King?” “No, lions had sex in The Lion King—”
We’re lions having sex! Except we’re not having sex, because we’re not gonna rush!” “To be clear, we’re also not lions,”
“Immy, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I will physically drag you next door to make this happen,” says Lili. “There will be rugburn. On your ass, probably.”
The two of you. I swear to God. Same exact kind of weird.”
“I should have texted you first thing in the morning. I shouldn’t have made you put out a bat signal.”
The way she’s watching me makes me feel boundless. Doors flung open, no fences. Earnestness, all the way down.
Because, it turns out, alternating between kissing and texting is a wholesome and well-balanced way to spend thirty minutes.