catriona
@marchand
c2 seviye reading slump
"what did you call him?"
"i hardly ever said his name."
it's a funny thing. the person we fall in love with, we hardly ever call by their name. because it's somehow just so obvious that it's you i'm talking to, that it's you i'm always thinking of. who else?
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🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
"what the hell have you done to your face?"
"it's a long story."
"stop saying that! it isn't! you got mogged and beaten up! it's really a short story!"
"as we sat in the museum, ali said: 'okay. this wasn't your worst idea.' and then she held joar's hand, in that way people do when they belong to each other, as if it's more natural to touch each other than not to. and joar didn't pull his hand away, he wasn't embarrassed, and that was the first time i realized that they had kissed each other. and i remember sitting there in the back seat hoping that those two would get to grow old together."
he doesn't tell louisa that everyone inside the car that day knew deep down that joar was lying when he promised that he would be in the museum when the artist won the competition. joar was in a hurry to love, because he knew he wouldn't have the chance much longer.
it's hard to tell a story, any story, but it's almost impossible if it's your own.