The man is moody as hell.”
“I am not moody—”
“Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—
Mots clés adam kenji unravel-me
He won’t stop staring.
“What?” I ask.
“How much do you weigh?”
“Wow. Is that how you talk to every girl you meet? That explains so much.”
“I’m about one hundred seventy-five pounds,” he says. “Of muscle.”
I stare at him. “Would you like an award?”
“Well, well, well,” he says, cocking his head, the barest hint of a smile flickering across his face. “Look who’s the smart-ass now.”
“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I say.
Mots clés juliette kenji unravel-me
Please—please get up—and lower your voice—”
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” I’m pleading now.
“Because if I lower my voice, I won’t be able to hear myself speak. And that,” he says, “is my favorite part.
Mots clés juliette kenji unravel-me
Juliette," he says, and he mouths the name, barely speaking at all, and he's pouring molten lava into my limbs and I never even knew I could melt straight to death.
Tahereh MafiFun fact #1 about pomegranates: Pomegranates are awesome.
Fun fact #2: Pomegranates are like little explosions of awesome in your mouth.
Fun fact #3: A lot of people think you're not supposed to eat the seeds of a pomegranate - but that's not true, people who tell you that are liars, and they don't know anything about life, and they should never be trusted.
Mots clés pomegranate tahereh-mafi
In order to eat a pomegranate you need this many things: a pomegranate, a knife, a cutting board, a bowl and a towel.
Also, two hands. These help with the making of the pomegranate.
Mots clés tahereh-mafi
Non ho mai desiderato vestiti, scarpe perfette né beni di lusso. Non ho mai desiderato di ricoprirmi di seta. L’unica cosa che desideravo era di poter toccare un altro essere umano con le mani, e soprattutto con il cuore. Conosco il mondo e la sua scarsa compassione, il suo giudizio severo e spiacevole, il suo sguardo algido e risentito. Ci sono cresciuta in mezzo. Ho avuto tutto il tempo che volevo per ascoltare. Per guardare. Per studiare le persone, i luoghi e le alternative. Non dovevo far altro che aprire gli occhi. Non dovevo far altro che aprire un libro e vedere le storie che sanguinavano una pagina dopo l’altra. Vedere i ricordi impressi sulla carta. Ho trascorso un’esistenza intera fra le pagine dei libri. In mancanza di relazioni umane, ho stretto legami con personaggi di carta. Ho sperimentato l’amore e la perdita per mezzo di storie ambientate nel passato; ho vissuto l’adolescenza di riflesso. Il mio mondo è una ragnatela intricata di parole che connettono arto con arto, osso con tendine, pensieri con immagini. Sono una creatura fatta di lettere, un personaggio disegnato da frasi, il prodotto di una fantasia scaturita dalla narrativa. Vogliono cancellare ogni segno d’interpunzione dalla mia vita, e non credo di poterglielo lasciar fare.
Tahereh MafiHe's looking so deeply into my eyes that I'm surprised I haven't buckled under the intensity and I realize then, right in this moment I realize that everything about him is intense. Nothing about him is manageable or easy to compartmentalize. He's too much. Everything about him is too much. His emotions, his actions, his anger, his aggression. His love.
Tahereh MafiI want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.
I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.
Mots clés love
Hope.
It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Mots clés hope juliette-ferrars unravel-me
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