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

So, as I was saying, guys and girls can be friends. Best friends. And what's better than falling in love with your best friend? Nothing.

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

Se si escludono istanti prodigiosi e singoli che il destino ci può donare, l’amare il proprio lavoro (che purtroppo è privilegio di pochi) costituisce la miglior approssimazione concreta alla felicità sulla terra.

So, as I was saying, guys and girls can be friends.' 'Best friends.' 'And what is better than falling in love with your best friend?' 'Nothing.' 'You always have to get the last word in, don't you?' 'You know it.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Yep.' 'Oh, Macallan...' 'Yes, Levi?' 'I love you.' 'I love you, too.' 'And there you are again, having to get the last word in.' 'But I don't think you mind.' 'Not at all.' 'Good.

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

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.

Sonny was a spiky ray of light to those lucky enough to be close to him, but life had taught him to play his cards close to his chest.

This entire time I'd been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night. It's where you feel like yourself. Where you're most comfortable. Where you don't have to pretend, where you can just be you. I had finally reached that place because Macallan is home to me.

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.

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

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?

You're such a dork. But I'm your dork.

What's wrong with Starbucks?" - Levi Stewart

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

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’re too focused. Too high-strung. Too…” Eros trails off as he continues to look into Levi’s blue eyes. “Too caught up with being in love.

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.

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.

Believe in yourself... or believe in me and them... the Survey Corps. I don't know the answer. I never have. Whether you trust in your own strength... or trust in the choies made by reliable comrades. No one knows what the outcome will be. So as much as you can... choose whatever you'll regret the least.

He had the smilingest face she'd ever seen.

Dann erinnerst du dich also an alles?« »Besonders gerne an den Kuss im Wandschrank.« Ich stöhnte leise und fuhr mir genervt durchs Haar. »Das war doch nur ein einziger Kuss. Ich habe dich bloß geküsst, weil ich dich zum Schweigen bringen wollte, damit Sawyers Mom uns nicht entdeckt und wir keinen Ärger kriegen. Du küsst doch sicher ständig Mädchen und danach geht ihr getrennte Wege. Außerdem kann ich deinen besten Freund nicht leiden.« Levi legte nachdenklich den Kopf zur Seite. »Weißt du, Tate, ich kann Sawyer manchmal auch nicht leiden. Sieh ihn dir doch nur an! Wie er sein Haar trägt, das ist doch echt abartig. Wir haben voll was gemeinsam.« Automatisch blickte ich zu Sawyer hinüber, um seine Frisur abzuchecken. Wie immer waren seine Haare durcheinander und wuschelig und nicht mal wirklich das, was ich unbedingt eine richtige Frisur nennen würde. »Sieht er nicht immer so aus?« »Sag das doch nicht so laut! Ich versuche es immer wieder zu verdrängen, damit wir beide mit diesem Umstand leben können. Du verletzt sonst seine Gefühle.« »Sawyer hat Gefühle?«, fragte ich sarkastisch. »Können wir nicht lieber über meine Gefühle reden?«, erwiderte Levi und rückte mit seinem Stuhl näher. »Sehe ich aus wie eine Therapeutin?« »Nein«, antwortete er. »Dafür bist du zu süß.

He rested his elbows on his knees and dropped his head into his hands. He’d been a fucking shit to everyone. A lot of misplaced blame. Misplaced anger. All misdirected. Levi wanted to yell at his father for the time they lost. Opportunities to understand one another— gone. Julian left in his wake aimless loved ones who had to assemble the pieces of their lives. Levi was left with the realization that he had to relearn himself. Relearn his father. How could one secret contain so much power?

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.

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 know I only have one arm, but I’d be proud to have you on it.

I loved him. I loved him in a way I'd never loved another person. I could only see him. I could only fear for him and what would happen to him when this was over. He'd sacrificed his reputation knowing he might have nothing left. For me.

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

I'm still angry with him, but I follow him through the drizzle anyway. Because this is Levi. This is my hero. And you always follow your heroes, even when you're mad, even when you'd rather punch them in the mouth. That's how trust works. It's blind and unconditional and it takes you places you can't reach by yourself. Just like love.

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.

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.

My default button was set to self-destruct. It had been since birth.

No, I won’t go to hell, but I’ll take a message.

I've said many times that in a way I think it might have been Bo who saved me. I was trying to save him, but I came out the other side a better person for knowing him.