188 Quotes by Becky Albertalli

Mi giro verso di lui, lentamente, e ha occhi enormi, completamente spalancati.C’è paura. Ci stiamo ancora guardando. E ho questa sensazione allo stomaco come di una spirale che stringe.«Sei tu» dico.«Lo so, sono in ritardo» dice.

«Dove sei» dice, «quando mi scrivi?»«Di solito qui. Ogni tanto alla scrivania.»«Ah» dice, annuendo. E poi mi chino su di lui e lo bacio dolcemente sul collo, appena sotto la mascella. Si gira verso di me e deglutisce.«Ciao» dico.Sorride. «Ciao.»E poi lo bacio, e lui ricambia il bacio, e con le mani mi stringe i capelli. E ci baciamo come se respirassimo.

I mean, maybe I should start carrying flyers with my list of schools, ranked by preference. Or maybe- maybe- these random adults should reflect on why they give a shit in the first place.

It's not that bikini waxing is a foreign concept to me, but . . . I mean, I guess it kind of is. Like, it's one of those girl habits that's so far beyond me, it makes me feel like a different species. Do boys require hairless vaginas? Is this a known thing?

It's like it doesn't even matter if I like my body, because there's always someone there to remind me I shouldn't.

I don't even dislike Abby. It's just that my brain doesn't work right around her.

She has the kind of mouth that always rests in a faint smile, and she smells a little like French toast.

I'm glad I was cute and grammatical. I think you're cute and grammatical, too.

I mean, when you think about it, it's a little fucked up that teachers think they get to dictate what you think about. It's not enough to just sit there quietly and let them teach. It's like they think they have a right to control your mind.