...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.
itโs like swimming upstream. Or โฆ falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.
Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.
The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.
People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.
What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just โฆ bleak?