And now, she was walking down the hall with her books clutched to her chest, looking down at the floor while guys called, "Don't hide that light under a bushel!
E. LockhartWhen you hate someone you used to love, and you think he's done something awful - he probably has.
E. LockhartIt shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.
E. LockhartStichwörter: truth love heartbreak
There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.
E. LockhartPeople think of hearts when they think of love, but a heart is a bloody organ in the body. It doesn't have any emotions. It's like a metaphor for love that has nothing to do with what love actually is.
E. LockhartThe problem is I can think whatever I think but I still feel the way I feel.
E. LockhartMy little brother is in rehab.
My little brother is in rehab.
I feel like these words are written on my arms whenever I push up my sleeves, written on my cheeks whenever they relax out of my fake smile. They want to come out of my mouth, all the time. When I am called upon in class, or when someone says, "Hey, what's up?" - that's what I want to answer. "My little brother's in rehab." But I never do.
It didn't matter that in her heart Frankie knew she was smart and charming.
What mattered was that feeling of being expendable. That to Porter, she was a nobody that could easily be replaced by a better model - and the better model wasn't even so great.
Which meant Frankie herself was nearly worthless.
I sound like an idiot. But what else am I supposed to say? My parents are getting a divorce?
I'm practically flunking drawing and literature?
My best friend's barely speaking to me and changes the subject when I ask where she was on Saturday night?
I think about you all the time and I want your body?
At least, these guys were looking. And seeing something.
A milkshake.
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