“I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.
He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to punchline. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.
"You can't shave your head. You'll look mental."
"I look worse than mental with this hair. I look evil."
"There's no such thing as evil hair," Simon giggled. They were lying on the floor of the library between two rows of shelves. Baz on his back. Simon propped up one shoulder.
"Look at me," Baz said, pushing his chin-length hair back from his forehead. "Every famous vampire has a widow's peak like this. I'm a cliché. It's like I went to the barber and asked for 'a Dracula.' "
Simon was laughing so hard, he nearly fell forward onto Baz. Baz shoved him up with his free hand.
"I mean, honestly," Baz said, still holding back his hair, trying to keep a straight face. "It's like an arrow to my face. This way to the vampire."
Simon swatted Baz's hand away and kissed the point of his hairline as gently as he could. "I like your hair," Simon said against Baz's forehead. "Really, really."
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"Hey, Cath."
"No hello?"
"I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?"
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"You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can't people do that in book stores? Like if I'm looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor. I'm going to reblog this until it's a cultural norm."
Diyor ki:
Insanlarin barlarda kizlar icin nasil icki ismarladiklarini bilirsiniz! Peki neden insanlar bu davranisi kitapcilarda gostermezler? Mesela ben Dost Kitabevinde bir romana bakarken birisi bana yaklasir ve karsilikli bir sohbet baslatir, sonrasinda da kitabi bana almayi teklif eder; bu taktigin onlarin adina isleme sansi daha yuksek olacaktir. Bu kulturel bir norm haline gelinceye kadar her yerde paylasacagim.
:)
Çocuğundan arda kalan Benim. Eski bir bebeklik resmimi buldum. Resimdeki ben değilim, bir başkası O. Pembe, şişman, henüz hastalık,yalnızlık nedir bilmeyen,
ağladığı zaman doyurulan, uzanan, kucağa alınan ve tekmeleyen fakat kimsenin canını yakmayan ve dilediği zaman gözlerini kapar kapamaz uyuyabilen biri O.
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