summer
@eeyoeyo
but what does it even matter if my intentions are never good? my road to hell isn't paved with good intentions- or bad -it's just my road.
Baz rubs her back and lets her cry into his shirt. I love him so much, and I want to tell him so. But I've never managed to say it, and now is definitely not the time.
Sayfa 75 - T^T
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"Can we do that?" I ask. "Our tickets-"
"There's got to be a spell to change them," she says.
"There isn't a spell for everything," Simon says unpleasantly.
Sayfa 70 - ahahahhasjjsjks
I can hear the resentment in his voice, but when he turns to me, he starts to laugh.
"What."
He looks away from me, covering his mouth.
"What are you laughing at."
He looks down, but waves his hand at me. "You- your-"
I refuse to look down at myself. "My what, Snow?"
"Your hair."
I refuse to touch my hair.
"You look like that guy, with the wig-" He mimes playing the piano. "Duh, duh, duh, duhhh."
"Beethoven?"
"I don't know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him."
"Mozart. You're saying I look like Mozart."
"You've got to look, Baz, it's a scream."
Sayfa 67 - bir önceki sayfada ağlarken burada kahkahalarla gülmem djslkkdls ilahi simon ya dhjksjd
Simon looks over at me. "What?"
"Nothing," I say.
"What?!" he shouts. He can't hear a thing I'm saying over the wind and the engine and the classic rock.
"I hate this fucking car!" I shout back. "The sun is burning me! I might actually catch fire at any moment!"
The wind is blowing Simon's hair straight, and he's squinting- from the sun and from all the smiling. "What!" he shouts at me again.
"You're so beautiful!" I shout back.
Sayfa 66 - ağlıyorum :') nasıl bu kadar güzel olduklarını anlayamıyorum
Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you're this happy.
And it hurts to look at you when you're depressed.
There's no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn't tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.
Sayfa 65 - bir şey yazmama gerek var mı ki? o kadar o kadar güzel ki, ağlayabilirim. belki ağlıyorumdur.
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