There’s a real bonding in someone beating the crap out of you. - Rolly
Sarah DessenStichwörter: just-listen owen annabel rolly
So say I’m your mom.'
'What?' I said.
'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.'
I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said.
'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?'
'No,' I said. 'It’s just–'
'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.'
I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.'
'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.'
A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.
Stichwörter: sarah-dessen just-listen role-playing owen annabel
In Anger Management,' he said,'we had to do all this role-playing stuff. You know, to get used to handling things in a less volatile way.'
'You role-played,' I said, trying to picture this.
'I had to. It was court-ordered.
Stichwörter: humor sarah-dessen just-listen role-playing owen annabel
whenever Treadway was emotionally tired, he went to bed even earlier than usual, using sleep like a kind of temporary, convenient death.
katherine winterStichwörter: annabel
You told the truth or you lied with consequences like these. If you held back truth you couldn't win. You swallowed truth and it went sour in your belly and poisoned you slowly.
katherine winterStichwörter: annabel
…People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.
Kathleen WinterStichwörter: people becoming annabel kathleen-winter unbecoming
Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?
Lauren OliverStichwörter: annabel
I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: delirium annabel lena
If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met
...
Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes.
"What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked.
"Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket."
"You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly.
Stichwörter: love remembrance annabel conrad
Go out with me. This weekend.” I’m sure I look like one of those wrinkle dogs with the really big eyes, because they’re wide and staring and I can’t help it. “Like a date.”
“A date?”
“A date.” Snicker. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.
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