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I'm obsessed, actually! can't put this book down

Really loving it so far

very excited for this one

I've read this when I was 13 and loved it. I remember the plot and I remember hating the ending lmao, but I wanted to re-read in the original english as I've read the portuguese translation back then. Wish me luck or maybe I'll not finish it idk

"It's not a question of wanting to be queen; it's not even a question of wanting honourable love any more. I am mad for him, I am madly in love with him. I would go to him if I had to walk barefoot. Tell me: I am one of many. I don't care! I don't care for my name or for my pride any more. As long as I can have him once more that's all I want, just to love him." 🥹

"You’re not my biggest heartbreak anymore. What a delicate relief to both of us."

"Look, I’m not saying I’m still in love with you or anything. Things can be important even though they’re not important in the same way anymore. You still occupy space inside of me somewhere."

"The first time I really heard my own name, it was in your mouth."

"I just want to leave your name on a page somewhere and never need to come back to it." this book is starting to feel more like my journal than anything else, but okay

"I never tell the whole truth in my poems. I wanted them to be better than us."

"I’ve gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don’t know I’d still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it." too accurate actually

"I know this isn’t what you wanted it to be
but you can still make something good out of it.
Bless all the good I made out of it."

"I keep trying to lay myself down next to people
who understand the taste of loneliness
and don’t mind it in their beds."

"I am sorry—yes, because things ended—but also because I took your love for granted, treated it like a thing that you could never yank away from me. When you took the scissors I had pressed into your palms and cut our strings, I slipped out of step like a ruined marionette. I did not know how to cope with myself, did not know how to handle me-without-you." sobbing so hard rn

"I Have A Postcard Mouth all it ever says is: wish you were here."

"I am not sorry it’s over,
but I think my hands might always ache
for the symmetry of yours
and I hope you understand that now
as well as you used to."

"If it helps, my chest still hurts when I think about your hands. If it helps, I’m not sure I even know how to let you go. You said: most days I pity you more than I love you. I just love you."

I don’t see her eyes and think of salt spray.
I see waves and think of her turbulence.
I see sand and think of the way
she has beat me to a pulp with her mouth.
She does not remind me of anything;
everything reminds me of her.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"one day we stop looking for our keys and pick each other like stubborn locks that won’t open for anyone else" how i wish for that too...

"You had to stand there saying: I love you, I love you, I love you we’re soul mates, you and I, but that doesn’t mean it works
that doesn’t mean it works
that means my soul can’t bear to be without yours but that doesn’t mean it works" gonna jump off a very tall something

"I feel you on the edges of me
when you used to be in the center
and I don’t know if this is worth
putting a name to."

gooooooooooooosh shoot me

"How do you effectively hold onto something that you don’t want other people to see in your hands? What if I want other people to see it?" *cries*

Conversations about him always start the same way. You say, I want to marry a musician. I want to have five children. I want to be able to see my future unfolding out in front of me like an interstate map. I usually don’t say anything at all. I juggle the names behind every other tongue in your mouth: Peter, Matthew, David, Adam. Each one comes with the promise of things I don’t know how to give you. AAA JESUS CHRIST

"and I wait for you to find your way back to the world we made for each other, the place where it was safe for you to want me." gosh this is already bruising my heart so much, help me pls

"The two loves of his life, plotting together. He felt a little breathless." me too