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why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. then you will really be in trouble. as long as you stay here, you can always think: one day i will go home.

what brutal hours, what brutal days, do not say, oh find the good in it, do not say, there was virtue; there was no virtue, not even in me

he didn't even know he was ugly when he smiled. trusting, he let me see his ugliness, which was the most innocent part of him.

my only pleasure was to swim under water with my eyes open, and my hair floating.

so, i thought i had to become more than i was, more than i'd been. but that wasn't it. it seemed rather that something had to go. something had to be let go of.

i have been lonely in so many cities and now i am lonely in the absence of the city, the crowd at the met that made me small and whole as a seed. how do other people pray?

why didn't adam text me back? was adam injured, was he bored with ronan, did he prefer the company of his urbane new friends, calm down, ronan, stop being needy, ronan, get yourself together, ronan, you're always the car crash, ronan.

nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red.

i will never leave him. it will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

no, somebody always needs to go first. i know this. i go first.

CREATURE: you never loved me. i opened my arms and you ran from me. VICTOR: you deserve nothing but rejection. you're horrid, ugly, a monster, a demon no one could ever love. CREATURE: because you made me so. you made me in your image.

paralysis again. how i waste my days

i, in my corner, with my monstrous needs. and all of them over there! i vow not to make a fool of myself.

but i wouldn't have gone at all had i known you were ill. it's painful how entwined i am with your aches and pains.

paralysis again. how i waste my days

if you give me the slightest hint of abandonment and withdrawal, i would outdo you.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me, and i have to search my body for the scars, thinking, did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

“fitzchivalry farseer. it's your name, boy. i wrote it myself, in the military log, on the day you were brought to me. another thing i had thought you knew. stop thinking of yourself as the bastard, fitzchivalry farseer.”

he had never really met anyone else like himself, and even though henry was far from gansey's twin, he was the closest that gansey had yet found.