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" Rooney dropped to her knees. ‘Georgia, I am never going to stop being your friend. And I don’t mean that in the boring average meaning of ‘friend’ where we stop talking regularly when we’re twenty-five because we’ve both met nice young men and gone off to have babies, and only get to meet up twice a year. I mean I’m going to pester you to buy a house next door to me when we’re forty-five and have finally saved up enough for our deposits. I mean I’m going to be crashing round yours every night for dinner because you know I can’t fucking cook to save my life, and if I’ve got kids and a spouse, they’ll probably come round with me, because otherwise they’ll be living on chicken nuggets and chips. I mean I’m going to be the one bringing you soup when you text me that you’re sick and can’t get out of bed and ferrying you to the doctor’s even when you don’t want to go because you feel guilty about using the NHS when you just have a stomach bug. I mean we’re gonna knock down the fence between our gardens so we have one big garden, and we can both get a dog and take turns looking after it. I mean I’m going to be here, annoying you, until we’re old ladies, sitting in the same care home, talking about putting on a Shakespeare because we’re all old and bored as shit. "
― Alice Oseman , Loveless
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" Alla fine, era questo il problema dell'amore. Era così facile romanticizzarlo perché era ovunque. Nella musica e in tv e nelle foto con i filtri di Instagram. Era nell'aria, fonte frizzante di possibilità infinite. Era nelle foglie autunnali, nelle porte di legno fatiscenti, nel ciottolato consumato e nei campi pieni di denti di leone. Era nello sfiorarsi di mani, nelle lettere scritte di getto, delle lenzuola stropicciate e nella luce dorata poco prima del tramonto. Uno sbadiglio soffice, una risata mattiniera, due paia di scarpe allineate accanto alla porta. Uno sguardo dall'altro lato della pista da ballo.
Vedevo tutto questo, tutto il tempo, tutto intorno a me, ma quando mi avvicinavo restavo a mani vuote.
Come un miraggio. "
― Alice Oseman , Loveless