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.
Reklam
Everything seemed clear back then. Right and wrong. Good and evil. Things get messier when you're grown-up. People expect you to know what you're doing... And the truth is, I still don't have a clue. But back then? I knew who I was. I knew what I was fighting for.
"Wht can't you just admit that you'd be happier here?"
I raise my voice: "Why can't you see that I wouldn't be happy anywhere without you?"
Sayfa 353 - simon tüm bu burada kal zırvalarını söylemeye başladığı an baz'ın kabul etmeyeceğini bilsem bile ağlamaya başladım ayrı kalabilirler korkusuyla, sonra bu sahne geldi, daha kötü oldum çünkü çok güzeldi.
Simon
It feels good to think about.
It feels like- shit, I'm crying. It feels awful, but it feels clean.
Sayfa 351 - benim küçük çiçeğim... o kadar üzgünüm ki, keşke sana sarılıp saçlarını okşayabilsem.
Reklam