ash (guess whos back)

“If she's not driving me up a wall she's driving me insane. Sometimes all she does is look at me. I never know what to do when she does this, so I just sit there as she stares, her eyes raking over every inch of me, wondering what the hell she's thinking and knowing she'll never tell me. Sometimes she won't speak for so long the silence begins to make me sweat. I wake up thinking about her. I fall asleep thinking about her. I accidentally brushed against her going through a doorway and the way my body reacted you'd think she'd pinned me the wall and offered to unzip my pants. I had to leave the building just to get some air. I've started dreaming about her. I wake up in the middle of the night overheated and out of my mind. I've had trouble sleeping all my life-but this might be the worst sleep I've had in years.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“I'd finally crossed my arms and said, "Are you going to do this forever? Seriously?
You're just going to sit there and stare at me and give me nothing? What's your favorite color, Rosabelle? Can you tell me your favorite color? Or is that some kind of highly protected trade secret you can't speak into the world for fear of inciting a new world war?" and then she laughed at me, and then I had a stroke. I actually felt the blood drain from my face. My hands went hot, then clammy.
It was a soft, musical sound of delight I'd never heard from her. Hell, I'd never
even seen her smile before.
She was still smiling when she looked at me after that, the gentle expression lin-
gering on her face.
My fucking soul left my body.
I'd always thought she was gorgeous, but I had no idea what I was missing. The way her eyes lit up, the way her nose wrinkled. She's been eating more every day, looking healthier, growing only more radiant.
"Wow," I'd whispered, gaping at her like an idiot discovering his hands for the first time. And then, realizing I'd said the word out loud, I reached inside myself and put my fist through my brain.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“Hey, man— Um, I’m supposed to tell you that if you don’t get down here soon”—
Zain laughs nervously—“uh, Warner said he’s going to shoot you through the window?”
“Great,” James says angrily. “Thanks.”
“I mean I’m sure he wasn’t serious, but—”
“I’m sure he was serious.” James cuts him off. “We’re coming down the ladder now.”
― Tahereh Mafi (Author), Release Me

“She clearly has a type,” Max is saying. “At this point, it’s practically written in her DNA.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Imagine Me