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Do I not meet your fangirl expectation?

Don't waste my time with sorries, Simon. If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other's toes, we'll never have time to be friends.

He ever offer to walk you home?" "I've never asked," Cath said quickly. "I've never asked you either." "That's true," Levi said. More quiet. More cold. The air stung Cath's throat when she finally spoke again. "So maybe you shouldn't." "Don't be ridiculous," Levi said. "That wasn't my point.

Have you met Cather?" Levi said to Reagan, his face still shining with amusement. "She spits hot fire.

Finnick looks at Johanna and raises his eyebrows. He will not go forward without her.

He had the smilingest face she'd ever seen.

He likes girls on bikes, I like boys with guitars.

He looked up at her and smiled crookedly, holding out a few sheets of paper. "Will you read this? i think maybe it sucks. or maybe it's awesome. it's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome,okay? Unless it sucks.

Here we are," he said, pointing down an unshoveled path. "The Gardens." Cath tried to look appreciative. You wouldn't know there was a path here at all if it weren't for one set of footprints in the melting snow. All she could see were the footprints, some dead bushes, and a few weedy patches of mud. "It's breathtaking," she laughed. "I knew you'd like it. Play your cards right, and I'll bring you back during the high season.

He reached his fingers back and hooked them inside the cuff of her sweater. "But you still want to give me a chance, right? Not just me, this? Us?" "Yeah," Cath said, like she was giving in. "Good." He tugged on her sleeve and smiled down at their not-quite-touching hands. "It's okay if you're crazy," he said softly. "You don't even know-" "I don't have to know," he said. "I'm rooting for you.

He was good. He was good, and she didn't want to lose him.

He turned around, suddenly concerned. "Are you pregnant? Are you gay? I'd rather you were gay than pregnant. Unless you're pregnant. Then we'll deal. Whatever it is, we'll deal. Are you pregnant?

I don't live to amuse you, you know." "One, are you sure? Because you do. And two, we don't make fun of you. Very much. Anymore. And three...

I could feel his smile on my lips—the best kind of kiss. -Alice in Winterland: A Fangirl Novel

I’d never before been infatuated with someone living, someone real.

I calli it viewing from afar, they call it stalking.

If you smile at everyone,” she said, “how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?” “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 like I never want it to stop.

If you smile at everyone, how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me? How do you feel when I smile at you?

If Levi were a dog, he'd be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he'd be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.

I like your glasses," he said. "I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don't smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me...Cather." He kissed her mouth. "Look at me." She did. "I choose you over everyone.

I mean..." Levi leaned forward, hands still fisted in his pockets. "I mean, I spent four months trying to kiss you and the last six weeks trying to figure out how I managed to fuck everything up. All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am and why you should give me another chance. And I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?" Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved. She nodded her head. The right side of his mouth pulled up. "I'm rooting for you", she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear from the bed. Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.

I'm just really active in the fandom." "What the fuck is 'the fandom'?

It's a strange world" "The strangest

I'm not really a book person." "That might be the most idiotic thing you've ever said to me.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

I suck at being social. I think one thing and my mouth says something completely different, like I'm possessed. By a whole lot of stupid.

In truth, it is the act of amassing such details — and discussing them — that breeds the intimacy, but not between the fan and the fangirl: rather, between the fangirls themselves, who are bound together by their curiosity for this otherwise meaningless knowledge.

I take back the cakes!” “You tell him,” Simon said. “Shut up, Snow.

It was a good weekend. Five thousand words of Carry On. Fish tacos with radish and shredded cabbage. Only two more conversations about Wren. And Sunday afternoon brought Levi back, taking her front steps two at a time.

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel

I want to pretend this didn't happen." "Okay.

Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

Maybe it was obsessio, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

Never give up on your dreams, and never let anyone tell you that what you love is inconsequential or useless or a waste of time. Because if you love it? If that OTP or children's card game or abridged series or YA book or animated series makes you happy? That is never a waste of time. Because in the end we're all just a bunch of weirdos standing in front of other weirdos, asking for their username.

Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

Nada me puede romper, a menos que lo permita.

Nothing can break me unless I let it.

Nothing I'm good at is the sort of thing that matters there.Being smart doesn't matter-and being good with words.And when those things do matter,it's only because people want something from me.Not because they want me.

Oh sometimes it had taken her hours or days to recover from a particularly emotional book..

Prefiero verterme a mí misma en un mundo que amo y entiendo, que tratar de hacer algo de la nada.

She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies

She stood in front of the speakers instead and closed her eyes, not really dancing, just bouncing and whispering the lyrics. After the first verse, she was dancing.

Some infinities are bigger than others

Shhh." "I just-" "Hush." "I worry-" "Don't." "But-" "Simon." "Baz?" "Here.

So stop making it so hard, Cath. You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.

Some people are born to fandom, others have fandom thrust upon them.

They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy.

...story is a powerful stimulant with tremendous influence over how we think and act. Like meth, only safer.