Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute

by Talia Hibbert

“Tell me the last relationship you built. Quickly.” “I could build one right now, between my foot and your arse.”

LOOOOL

But choosing to put those qualities above everything else—above kindness and honesty and loyalty—that makes you a bad person. That made him a bad person when he used to be my person.

Skunds like someone misses you, Brad:((

Sophie drops a cupcake and mutters, “RIP, man. We barely ate ye.”

LOOOL SHES SO ME

“Forgive me. For everything. Please.”

THIS MEANS SOMETHING TO ME OMGGGGGG

“You’re the bane of my existence. Did you know that?”

THE WAY IT'S LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE.

She grins. “I hoped.” I really can’t stand this girl. I wonder how long I get to walk with her.

the banter? Talia Hibbert you will ALWAYS be famous in my household.

the difference between a smile and a scowl on her face is the difference between rainfall and drought and— Oh shit no no no no no . . . I am so into Celine.

Make some noise yall wtf AAAAAAA

You’re an emo nerd and I’m a ne’er-do-well with delusions of artistic grandeur. What’s so amazing about that?”

looool oh

Before I can flick him between the eyes for being so deeply annoying, he reaches out and squeezes one of the pompoms on my socks. (Yes, there are pom-poms on my socks. It’s cold, okay?) I watch him pinch the soft red ball between finger and thumb. But when I look up, he’s not focused on my socks; he’s focused on me. “Tell me the truth,” he says so, so softly, not like it’s an order but like he’s really asking. Like it really matters.

My book kids omg :((

His smile is the softest, sweetest thing, like a spilled bottle of relief. “God, Celine. You’re so lovely.”

My childrennnn:((((