Tweet Cute Quotes

“It’s weird, how you have no idea how far you’ve come until suddenly you can’t find the way back.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“You can't just casually tell someone you carry caramel sauce around and walk away like thats a normal thing”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“A stolen day. The kind of day that ends too fast but stays with you much longer.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“...the issue isn't so much what I want to be, but whether or not I can be it without hurting everyone else in the process.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“You know, for someone named Pepper, you're pretty salty about losing.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“It feels like there’s a fire in every corner of my brain, and instead of putting any of them out, I’m just frozen and watching it spread across the room.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Bluebird:
How about this? If you don't show me I won't like you anymore

Wolf:
That logic is cruel but sound. You asked for this

Wolf:
macncheeseme.com

Bluebird:
Is this...is this an app for finding emergency mac and cheese

Wolf:
Life Spider-Man, I am only looking out for the citizens of New York”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“How can a person even know who they are if they don't know what they want?”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“She turns her head so slowly to look at me that for a moment I am stricken with the weird unfamiliarity of being seen—no, not seen. Recognized. It’s rare enough someone knows I’m me and not Ethan without getting a good look at me. It’s straight up weird when someone can tell without fully turning around. The only person I know who can do that is Grandma Belly—my parents still mix us up so frequently that there’s about a 50 percent chance I am Ethan, and someone switched us along the way.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I’m a perfectionist, through and through, and even at five, I had no interest in embarrassing myself.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I don’t want this. But the problem is I do, and I don’t, and my feelings are still way too tangled for me to be able to say I don’t want to spend my whole future in this place when I also can’t imagine a future without it. It’s dumb, but I wish for a stupid, childish second I could just stay like this forever.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“But sometimes even shouting into a void feels better than just staring into it.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“There’s a ghost of a smirk on Pepper’s face, but she’s so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. “Pepper and Jack,” she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. “Pepperjack.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Approximately eighteen hours after my kiss with Jack Campbell—my kiss with Jack Campbell—I am sitting at a card table with Pooja in the front entrance of the school behind our veritable army of baked goods, overanalyzing the situation to such an absurd degree, it is now less of a kiss and more of an FBI investigation.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I can see it too. That I don’t belong here. That even after all this time and everything I’ve done, the things I’ve pressed and organized and pushed into myself to fit into this place, home is still somewhere a thousand miles away. Farther than that, even. Because that version of home doesn’t exist anymore.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Are you a witch?” I ask, reaching in and taking a bite of one. It’s like Monster Cake, the Sequel—freaking Christmas in my mouth. I already want more before I’ve even managed to chew.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“They’re here for your grilled cheese,” I told her.
She fixed me with a look, crossing a leg on the massive armchair she spent most of her time in and raising a single eyebrow at me. “Not unless you changed my secret ingredient to cocaine, they’re not.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“These are the things that tether me, the things I’ve always been and just assumed would always be. What she’s saying right now feels a lot like permission to leave it behind, and it scares me every bit as much as it relieves me.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“This may have started with a war, but whatever it is now, there isn't an end in sight - not as long as we're both still winning.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I don't even make it to the bed, sitting on the floor for no real reason, really, except the bed seems too comfortable, and I don't deserve to ride this misery out in any kind of comfort.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Jack is the kind of person who fills silences. The kind of person who doesn't necessarily command attention, but always seems to sneak it from you anyway.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“It's weird, how you have to idea how far you've come until suddenly you can't find the way back.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I've just assumed there were certain directions my life was going to take. The safe kind. The kind everyone else was taking, and I plowed through with a vengeance. It hasn't been easy, but it hasn't been brave either. The idea of actually straying from it is either thrilling or terrifying, the two feelings swallowing each other and spitting each other back out before I can settle on one.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“I miss being able to prepare for things, and knowing where I fit. Not even knowing, really, because when you grow up somewhere, you don't have to think about fitting into it. You just do.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“There's nothing quite as awkward as living in a shadow that is quite literally the same shape as yours.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“It's not going to make the slightest difference...But sometimes even shouting into a void feels better than just staring into it.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“The day ends with a shine already on the memory of it. It reminds me of the way Mom would, once a year, let me and Paige play hooky from school--she'd drive us all the way there and then just past the school and keep driving, and we'd get pancakes at IHOP or take pictures on the bridge or drive into Belle Meade and stare at all the mansions. A stolen day. The kind of day that ends too fast but stays with you much longer.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“What I can’t let go of is the way I tried just now to tell my mum my world was falling apart, and she left.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“XOXO gossip wolf”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Jactricia," I snicker, before I even realize what I'm saying--- and then we're both red in the face, because it's the first time we've mutually acknowledged the extreme awkwardness that is strangers actually, legitimately shipping us online.
Pepper clears her throat. "Well, obviously, we need to petition for a better ship name."
Some of the awkwardness diffuses, but the tension is still there, tight like a coil between us.
"Jepper? Pack?"
"Pass," she says, nudging me with her elbow again---and then something shifts. The apartment is eerily still, with the same kind of quiet there was in the pool the other day, where you're not sure if it's actually quiet or if the rest of the world's sounds just don't apply to you anymore.
"Maybe just Jack and Pepper, then," I concede.
There's a ghost of a smirk on Pepper's face, but she's so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. "Pepper and Jack," she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. "Pepperjack."
It's ridiculous, but the word is like a key turning into a lock. And then impossibly, even though some part of me knew it would happen the moment I saw Pepper walk out of the subway, we lean in and our lips touch and we're kissing on my couch.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute