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THINGS ARE HAPPENING AT A SPEED I AM NOT PREPARED FOR

ALL THIS TIME YOU HAD ME THINKING -

the build up is killing me .

joar selling his own bike i am not okay

i have this impending feeling that my heart is going to be ripped out of my chest & fredrik backman is going to bachata all over it 😅

i just wish i could give every character a hug

“It’s hard to be little, hard to be big, hard to be everything in between.”

“It suits you, that laugh. I’m glad they didn’t manage to take it from you.”

“Who?”

“All the people who have tried.”

oh here i am crying again 🫡

CAN WE GET BACK TO THE TRAIN

GIRL WHERE ARE U GOING

“Become whatever you want, but don’t become one of them. Art is a fragile enough light as it is. It can be blown out by a single sigh. Art needs friends, with our bodies against the wind and our hands cupped around the flame, until strong enough to burn brightly with its own power. Until it’s an inferno. Unstoppable.”

“You’re an artist if you create something! You’re an artist if you don’t see the world the way it is, if you hate white walls! No one else decides what art is, no one can stop you loving whatever you like, the cynic and critics can have control of all the other crap on the planet… But they can’t decide how your heart beats!”

“Other children prayed to God, but Ted prayed to the demons, because maybe God decided which people would die, but the demons in children’s heads decided, which ones had the strength to live. So Ted prayed loudly in the darkness, for mercy, for the demons to let go of his friend”

WILL I EVER HAVE ONE CHAPTER WHERE I DON’T CRY

“All children are born with wings. It’s just that the world is full of people who try to tear them off. Unfortunately, they succeed with almost everyone, sooner or later. You feel strange because you still have your wings, rubbing beneath your skin. You think you’re alone, but there are others like you.”

“I could never have lived there on my own. I would have frozen to death in that apartment without his eyes on me.”

Louisa pulls her jacket around herself more tightly and whispers:

“That’s exactly how it feels”

🥲

“Art is coincidence, love is chaos”

i feel like i can only read this book in short spurts because i want each chapter to be engrained in my mind

louisa uses every chance she gets to roast ted i know this man is tired of her

it’s like each chapter is a story of it’s own idk how to explain it

“It’s hard to say ‘I love you’ when you’re fourteen years old. And completely impossible to dare to whisper: ‘Don’t hurt yourself, because you’d be hurting me too’”

I seriously was underprepared for the way this book is making me feel .

louisa harassing ted has me giggling

“There Ted lies beside the love of his life, and the love of his life isn’t afraid, or angry, or even lying in a hospital bed anymore. He’s lying on a pier in the sun, with salt water on his skin and Ted’s kisses on his eyelashes.”

FREDRIK IT’S ONLY BEEN 57 PAGES AND I’VE CRIED OVER 5 TIMES WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US

“That’s all of life. All we can hope for. You mustn’t think about the fact that it might end, because then you live like a coward, you never love too much or sing too loudly. You have to take it for granted, the artist thinks, the whole thing: sunrises and slow Sunday mornings and water balloons, and another person‘s breath against your neck. That’s the only courageous thing a person can do.”

i get you, the artist

“My friend Fish couldn’t handle being alive. She was hurting too much. But I think I’d like to try, to be alive”

I want the best for Luisa so bad as if she were my own child

“Not to brag, but he was right about that too”

Oh great 😭

“They’re painted as if the artist saw them so intensively and dreamed them so beautifully that he learned how to whisper in color. Painted by someone who must have been completely beaten to pieces inside, because no one could hold a brush so carefully otherwise, no one could paint friendship like this without first having been a completely lonely child.”

i love his writing .

“This is a painting of laughter, and you can only understand that if you’re full of holes, because then laughter is a small treasure.”

remember 6 pages ago where i said i was ready to be hurt? i lied.

(i am already hurting)