Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAny happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
BECCA FITZPATRICKLove the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and im more than happy to test the theory.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat little light was left inside me flickered out.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know i’m a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDon’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It’s big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away… Literally.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.
BECCA FITZPATRICKListen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)
BECCA FITZPATRICK