Caraval By Stephanie Garber, Page 55

Caraval by Stephanie Garber, page 55

“Just because he loves you, that doesn’t mean he’s good for you,”

H.D. Carlton Hunting Adeline

Money is an illusion, and a powerful one. It turns men into spineless assholes with no real regard for human life except their own.

H.D. Carlton Hunting Adeline

Loving someone is vulnerable. It’s sensitive. It’s tender. And I get lost in them. If I love someone, I start to disappear. It’s so much easier to just do googly eyes and fond memories and inside jokes for a few months, run the second things start to get real, then repeat the cycle with someone new.

Mccurdy, Jennette. I'm Glad My Mom Died (pp. 183-184). Simon & Schuster. Kindle Edition.

I want a soft connection. I want to be asked how my day went and if I need anything. I want forehead kisses. I want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. I want to be asked how I'm mentally feeling. I want to hold hands everywhere we go. I want romantic gestures. I want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. I want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. I want to take random walks.

“I've loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn't change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child. It grew with every new longing of my body and desire until there was not a piece of me that did not love him. And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.” ― Laura Nowlin, If He Had Been with Me