648 Quotes by Katie McGarry

I don’t touch people and they don’t touch me.

He’s gorgeous and dangerous. Like the fallen angel Lucifer must have been. This could be the equivalent of a handshake with the devil.

Ugh – moral choice: couch or bed, couch or bed? The decision was taken out of my hands as Noah hooked a finger on my back belt loop and tugged me, backward, toward the bed. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me down alongside him.

Go there and I swear to God you’ll have to check ‘other’ when asked if you’re male or female.

Once an insult like that has been released, there’s no way to take it back. It becomes one more cut on my soul.

Silence. I hate silence. Silence means thinking and thinking means judgement.

Last night, the two of us said too much, felt too much, and I had somehow convinced myself that the moment we shared would remain that–a moment. But it didn’t; the emotions between us linger and I don’t know what that means.

Before tonight, I felt like an adult: old and big. I don’t feel so big anymore. Right now I feel small and very, very alone.

Losing someone you love, it’d be similar to losing your home.