188 Quotes by Becky Albertalli

Hey, you're kind of adorable.Hey. So are you.There's a soft knock on my door.One sex! Someone's here.OMG, YOU PERVY IPHONE. Sec. Not sex.TOO LATE! he writes. Three dots. Does this count as sexting?I think so?

I walk in just as the bell is ringing, and I'm in a serious daze. It's lucky that my hands seem to know my locker combination, because my brain has checked out. People talk to me, and I nod along, but absolutely nothing penetrates.

And it's a little different with every guy, so it's kind of hard to generalize—but if I had to describe the feeling of a crush, I'd say this: you just finished running a mile, and you have to throw up, and you're starving, but no food seems appealing, and your brain becomes fog, and you also have to pee. It's this close to intolerable. But I like it.

but if I had to describe the feeling of a crush, I’d say this: you just finished running a mile, and you have to throw up, and you’re starving, but no food seems appealing, and your brain becomes fog, and you also have to pee. It’s this close to intolerable. But I like it...Because there’s nausea and fog, but there’s also this: an unshakable feeling that something wonderful is about to happen.

I’ve never understood the appeal of drinking. It’s not like liquor tastes good. I mean, I know it’s not about that. It’s about feeling loose and unstoppable. Simon described it to me once. He said drinking lets you say and do things without filtering or overthinking. But I don’t get how that’s a good thing

Adoro como sonríes, como si no fueras consciente de que lo haces

There's this tug in my chest. Because when Bram says Simon's name, he pronounces every part of it. Like it's worth being careful over.

And I never would have remembered spoons, but he did. Of course.

Maar juist daarom was het makkelijker. Ik moet een deel van mezelf nog uitvinden. En ik weet niet of het allemaal past. Hoe het bij mij past. Het is een nieuwe versie van mij. Ik had iemand nodig die daarin mee kon gaan.