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I wanted to reach for Greta, but she was too far away, a river of ink between us.

Personally, this is the first point in the book that I’m genuinely interested in what’s happening in the plot

‘If he tries to hurt you or my baby, I will bend his spine into a wedding ring.’

I adore Greta so much…

‘All right. Lawrence, you must stop crying because you are mine now.’
He looked at her, and the love and nearly helpless adoration gave him a strange kind of beauty.

I read the magazine articles that had pictures of Emmaline flushed and triumphant on the slopes, and I missed her so much that I cut out one of those pictures and slid it under my pillow so I could see it at night.

am i the only one thinking about the fresh prince of bel-air😭 i loved that show

ugh i wish i could speak spanish

It wasn't real, but it was true, and even if I lost sleep from the nights I spent with Emmaline, it felt as if I had gained the right to walk yet another world. With her, I had entrance to a moonlight place, not one lit by firelight or electricity, but something deeper and lusher and wilder.

On Friday nights, I chased Emmaline’s fire, and we curled together on her throne, as close as two halves of an almond.

Love drew a darkness out of her, but to me it was only a warm sweetness, desert honey poured down my throat

FINALLY SAPPHIC CONTENT

‘He tears himself open, and oh, it looks like it hurts. His skin was smaller than I thought it would be but it thumped when it hit the ground. The carpet was dark, or else I might have seen how bad it was and fainted.’

She tipped the glass back, and when it came back down, there were enormous diamond tears running down her face.

That was where I lost the very last of my Cantonese, and it died with a soft aspirate, a consonant rhotic.

I LOVE the authors worldbuilding

There were a pair of silver wolves guarding the entrance to the studio. They gleamed in the light, and the gears that powered their long limbs and their powerful jaws moved just as smooth as life.

'people will look at you and get fireworks where their hearts should be and diamonds in their eyes.'

-desert, a book she could use as a tomb, a single line etched in the boardwalk, they would have flickered by, and taking a deep breath, she would have closed her eyes and chosen.

Women disappear, and even if you are famous, it can happen without a sound, without a ripple. I have to assume that one night, when the stars were gleaming overhead, she met a devil on the road like so many of my friends did, and he offered her a spread of cards, flipping them between his pale fingers. Alcoholism, born-again reverence, madness, a quiet cottage, a noisy car wreck, a lonely house on the edge of the-

I could see the worship in his eyes, a kind of helpless love that didn’t even want to help itself. To see her was to love her, and a wanting rose up in me like an ache. I wanted someone to look at me like that; I wanted to change the world simply because I could.

karen a real aro ace fr

i love camila

Well that was…different

This is my favorite page of this book.

IM GONNA CRY TEARS SHE DIDNT CHANGE THE LYRICS IM GONNA CRY IN THIS LIBRARY AND PEOPLE ARE GONNA STARE AT ME SO HARD😭😭

‘I think I knew she was leaving.’

Camila and Karen have my heart

‘I’d chased this life with all of my heart. I wanted so badly to express myself and be heard and being solace to other people with my own words. But it became a hell I’d created myself, a cage is built and locked myself in. I came to hate that I’d put my heart and my pain into my music because it meant that I couldn’t ever leave it behind.’