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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK- Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
BECCA FITZPATRICK
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Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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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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You keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
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You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
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Kiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
BECCA FITZPATRICKKiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
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I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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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
BECCA FITZPATRICKI 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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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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Your mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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Before i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
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I swear to you, patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my hearteverything i possess, i give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And i promise to do the same. ~ nora + patch
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My 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 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.
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Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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…”good, because i need your help.” “help is my middle name.” i was pretty sure she’d already told me bad was her middle name, but i kept my opinion to myself.
BECCA FITZPATRICK…”good, because i need your help.” “help is my middle name.” i was pretty sure she’d already told me bad was her middle name, but i kept my opinion to myself.
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