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

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

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

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

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

Some infinities are bigger than others

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

-Te echo de menos. -Vaya tontería. Nos hemos visto esta mañana. -No es cuestión de tiempo, sino de distancia.

Tell me why you're so unhappy." "It's just...everything.There are too many people.And I don't fit in.I don't know how to be.

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.

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

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

There was a boy in her room.

The problem with playing hide-and-seek with your sister is that sometimes she gets bored and stops looking for you. And there you are - under the couch, in the closet, wedged behind the lilac tree - and you don't want to give up, because maybe she's just biding her time. But maybe she's wandered off...

The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure, and meaningful. It doesn't matter that it might ferment and taste different when you're older.

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

They were just stories, but stories weren't just anything.

Tout l'intérêt des fanfics, c'est de jouer avec l'univers de quelqu'un d'autre, d'en modifier les règles fondatrices, de les plier à tes inspirations. L'histoire n'a plus à se terminer lorsque Gemma Leslie s'en sera lassée. Tu peux rester dans ce monde aussi longtemps que tu as de nouvelles histoires à raconter.

When she sat down to write, she didn't have to wade back into the story slowly, waiting to get used to the temperature.

Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath's stomach.

What’s wrong with Starbucks?" “It's a big, faceless corporation.” He raised a good-natured brow. “So far, they've let me keep my face.

What's wrong with Starbucks?" - Levi Stewart

What would we do together?" Cath asked. "He'd want to go to the bar,and I'd want to stay home and write fanfiction.

Why do I write? To be somewhere else To get free of ourselves To stop To stop being anything or anywhere at all To disappear

You didn’t realize how much work everyone else put into holding themselves upright until you saw Levi leaning against a wall. He looked like he was leaning on something even when he wasn’t. He made standing look like vertical lying down.

You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

You’re a fangirl; you’d sneak off to meet your favorite Characters if it meant having to wade through a crowd of zombies.

You're not the ugly one." Levi grinned. "You're just the Clark Kent." Cath started checking her e-mail. "Hey, Cath," Levi said, kicking her chair. She could hear the teasing in his voice. "Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?

I am a fangirl of talent, so to see someone slaying the competition doing what I'd love to do, that's inspiring to me.

I will admit, I once launched myself at Julie Garwood for a hug, hoping some of her magic would rub off on me... and I have fangirl crushes on Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Linda Howard, and Kresley Cole, among many others.

You can tell Laura to go fuck herself. Like to infinity and beyond.

You don’t have any friends, your sister dumped you, you’re a freak eater..and you’ve got some weird thing about Simon Snow." "I object to every single thing you just said." Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing dark red lipstick. "I have lots of friends," Cath said. "I never see them." "I just got here. Most of my friends went to other schools. Or they’re online." "Internet friends don’t count." "Why not?" Reagan shrugged disdainfully. "And I don’t have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I’m just really active in the fandom." "What the fuck is ‘the fandom’?

You're beautiful," she said. "That's you." "Don't argue with me. You're beautiful.

Your face is flushed, did you know that?" "Well," she said. "I'm frustrated." "Don't make me angry-kiss you." "Give me the laundry." "Tempers rising, faces flushed...This is how it happens." That made Cath laugh.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

Aelia, please stop worrying. You look beautiful. We've had large parties before and you haven't been nervous." There was the clink of cosmetic pots and bottles of nard used to perfume the forehead. "I wasn't nervous until you mentioned Ovid would be coming," Aelia said. Aelia was not alone in her love of Ovid's poetry. Passia had read every word the man had ever written. He was considered to be one of Rome's experts on both love and beauty, and most women I knew owned several of his books. When Passia heard he would be in attendance I thought she might swoon. There was the ruffle of a scroll being unraveled. "Could this be one of the sources of your concern? Women's Facial Cosmetics?" I remembered the book. Apicius had bought it and other Ovid titles for Aelia two years earlier as a Saturnalia gift. "I know, I shouldn't worry. But if he didn't know so much, how could he write it down? It is as though he were the mouthpiece for Venus herself!

She didn't go all fangirl on anyone, but I suspect that's only because none of them bore the slightest resemblance to Nathan Fillion.

Being a fangirl is the best thing that's ever happened to me. ...We know what we're into, we love hard, and we're okay with it.

¿Acaso uno no puede rendirse de vez en cuando? ¿No está bien decir "esto me duele mucho así que voy a dejar de intentarlo"?

After you, Geekerella. I sigh - one BuzzFeed article and you've got a nickname for life, apparently - and wrap my free hand around the door handle. Breathe in, breathe out. The whole world is watching.

Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?" Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her. "They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch." Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered. Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.

Cath was pretty sure that Levi actually was the brightest thing in the room, in any room. Bright and warm and crackling – he was a human campfire.

Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest.

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

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.

He had the smilingest face she'd ever seen.

Bright and warm and crackling--he was a human campfire.

Did I love them because they were the only boys in my life who consistently told me that I was beautiful? Probably. I loved The Ruperts for who they were, sure, but I mostly loved them for how they made me feel. Which was happy. The Ruperts made me happy. The simplest thing to be in the world. And the hardest.

Do I not meet your fangirl expectation?