As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces i couldn’t control, let alone escape.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
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Because i thought i was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
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Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.
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All this time i’ve hated myself for it. I thought i’d given it up for nothing. But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?
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I take that back. If hank wants to shoot scott, he has my blessing.
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Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
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If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.
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