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21 " I want to make a sweater out of this week and wrap myself up in it until it falls apart. If "
― J.C. Lillis , How to Repair a Mechanical Heart (Mechanical Hearts, #1)
22 " What if I die of happiness and then go right to hell? "
23 " For crap’s sake: the holy-grail scene of the world’s most ridiculous, implausible ship, and I was holding my breath with the rest of the room. "
24 " Whatever. I’m used to showy silent treatments. I have an older sister. “Since "
25 " When I give the world my characters, it’s because I don’t want to keep them for myself. You don’t like what I made them do? Fucking tell me I’m wrong! Rewrite the story. Throw in a new plot twist. Make up your own ending. "
26 " Omigod. Omigod, he sees you.”“So?”“You have to talk to him.”“I don’t, actually.”“Yes. Yes. After the Bill Debacle? Prove you can do this.”“My knee hurts. "
27 " If they really got together, guys—wouldn’t that ruin everything?” *** "
28 " You’re just like them. Just like your parents. You hate yourself, don’t you? "
29 " You lie enough and all of a sudden it’s like lying is the language you speak and your first language starts to disappear. "
30 " I hit send and shut my phone off before it can protest. The world doesn’t end. "
31 " Help me be ready, I say to him. Or her. If you exist, please help. If "
32 " What if Dad looked up Castaway Planet and found our vlog? He’d know Abel was here. He’d know I lied, and he’d flip in that scary-calm way I can’t handle at all. Bec’s dad used to roar like a chainsaw; mine makes tiny snips that bleed you so slowly you don’t notice until you’re weak. "
33 " I want to make a sweater out of this week and wrap myself up in it until it falls apart. "
34 " LIKE WHAT IS THIS LIFE EVEN. amity crashful: "
35 " he’ll know it’s not fic for me, not anymore. "
36 " There’s something about his face when he smiles, like he’s a stained-glass window with sun beaming through. "
37 " All the girls find their seats and the room gets so church-quiet you can practically smell holy water. "
38 " I see the Hell Bells post in my head, that weird “BFC” thing. Bullets From Crazies? Beat Fags Cheerfully? "
39 " I step up on the little wooden bridge that arches over the huge clear koi pond in the lobby. The blue and gray tiles on the floor of the pond are littered with pennies, dimes, quarters; my father would say That’s a lot of money to throw away on wishes. I’m jittering my fingers on the wooden railing, watching a pure gold koi get jostled by his big spotted pondmates, when a small dark silhouette ripples beside me. I hear the crunch of a plastic snack bag, catch a glimpse of an amber ring. Now that she’s here, I think about running. But I don’t. “Gummy bear?” she says. I whisper, “How old are you?” “Guess.” “You look twelve.” “I’m seventeen. But thanks. That never gets old. "
40 " Honestly, I don’t think people ever get un-screwed-up. I think it’s just, how well can you pretend to be someone else, and how long. "