Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Rainbow Rowell

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Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be. by Rainbow Rowell

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

drug should

Reagan was sitting up at Cath's desk when Cath woke up. "Are you awake?" "Have you been watching me sleep?" "Yes, Bella. Are you awake?" "No.

desks sitting sleep

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

machines use wonder

How do you not like the Internet? That's like saying, 'I don't like things that are convenient. And easy. I don't like having access to all of mankind's recorded discoveries at my fingertips. I don't like light. And knowledge.

internet light discovery

I'm the Cool One," she told herself. "Somebody give me some tequila because I'll totally drink it. And there's no way you're going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents' bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?

kissing parent giving

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

idiot want littles

I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've h... by Rainbow Rowell

I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?

alive said looks

Honey, I've watched a lot of 90210. The parents weren't even on the show once Brandon and Brenda went to college. This is your time - you're supposed to going to frat parties and getting back together with Dylan." "Why does everybody want me to go to frat parties?" "Who wants you to go to frat parties? I was just kidding. Don't hang out with frat guys, Cath, they're terrible. All they do is get drunk and watch 90210.

drunk party college

Cath ate the banana and held on to his gaze. “I’d give you the moon right now,” she said. Levi’s eyes flashed happily, and he hitched up an eyebrow. “Yeah, but would you slay it for me?

eye moon giving

You look ridiculous,” Wren said. “What?” “That shirt.” It was a Hello Kitty shirt from eighth or ninth grade. Hello Kitty dressed as a superhero. It said SUPER CAT on the back, and Wren had added an H with fabric paint. The shirt was cropped too short to begin with, and it didn’t really fit anymore. Cath pulled it down self-consciously. “Cath!” her dad shouted from downstairs. “Phone.” Cath picked up her cell phone and looked at it “He must mean the house phone,” Wren said. “Who calls the house phone?” “Probably 2005. I think it wants its shirt back.

dad cat mean

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. by Rainbow Rowell

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

hermits creeps littles

All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.

bones people

She didn't know there were things worse than selfish. by Rainbow Rowell

She didn't know there were things worse than selfish.

selfish knows

"What about him?" she’d say, finding an attractive guy to point out while they were standing in the lunch line. "Do you want to kiss him?" "I don’t want to kiss a stranger," Cath would answer. "I’m not interested in lips out of context."

lunch kissing guy

I miss you." "That's stupid," she said. "I saw you this morning." "It's not the time," Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling." It's the distance.

distance stupid morning

It felt good to be writing in her own room, in her own bed. To get lost in the World of Mages and stay lost. To not hear any voices in her head but Simon's and Baz's. Not even her own. This was why Cath wrote fic. For these hours when their world supplanted the real world.

voice real writing

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

sweaters different looks

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

uptight rude trying

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

tired care friendship

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something... by Rainbow Rowell

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

eleanor broke