The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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What little light was left inside me flickered out.
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Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.
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Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
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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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If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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I saw you, and i wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
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One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone i didn’t know i was searching for.
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Human reproduction can be a sticky subject ewww! Groaned a chorus of students
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Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
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Violence doesn’t equal strength.
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