She didn't have words for what Levi was. He was a cave painting. He was The Red Ballon. She lifted her heels and pulled him forward until his face was so close, she could look at only one of his eyes at a time. "You're magic," she said.
Rainbow RowellIt 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.
Rainbow RowellItโs just โฆ everything. There are too many people. And I donโt fit in. I donโt know how to be. Nothing that Iโm good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesnโt matterโand being good with words. And when those things do matter, itโs only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.
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