I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

I never taught him to break him thumb." "That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent." "Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart