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.
He's lovely. A bit of sad mess. Dull and pale and rough round the edges. But still so lovely.
I close my eyes and pretend to fall asleep on his shoulder.
Sayfa 38 - zülal'in kalbinden çıtırtı sesleri geldi, zülal yazarken ağlamamaya çalışıyor, zülal'e yazık
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
"Living is dying," my father says. He's the best magickal doctor in England. He can cure anything that can be cured. But he can't cure death. Or as he says, "I can't cure life."
Sayfa 32
The person sitting there pushes her seat back, and Baz yelps.
"You could magic yourself more space," I say.
"Can't. I'm saving my magic." He angles his knees towards mine. "Just in case I have to 'Float like a butterfly' this entire plane."
Sayfa 28 - the person'a teşekkürler dhsjhd
He also says I can't assume that everyone who frowns at me is frowning because I'm with a boy. "Some people just won't like you, Simon. I didin't like you for years."
Sayfa 27 - komik fıkraymış bak
You just never know when someone's going to make you feel bad about what you are.
Sayfa 27 - -simon.