To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.
Maggie StiefvaterTag: grace-brisbane sam-roth
She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all.
And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant for ever.
Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield.
A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.
It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.
It was a life I didn't want to forget.
I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.
Tag: grace-brisbane sam-roth linger
He'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam's clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of the sort of subtext you could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark.
It made me think of Isabel, back at her house. We didn't have what Sam and Grace had. We weren't even close to having it. I didn't think what we had could get to this, even if you gave it a thousand years.
Tag: love grace-brisbane sam-roth cole linger
One thousand ways to say good-bye
One thousands ways to cry
One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside
I say good-bye good-bye good-bye
I shout it out so loud
Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.
Tag: grace-brisbane sam-roth linger
Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..."
Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.
Tag: rachel grace-brisbane sam-roth boyfruits
Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me.
“Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar.
“Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.
Tag: grace-brisbane sam-roth
I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.
Maggie StiefvaterTag: humor grace-brisbane sam-roth
Shouldn't you be looking at other cars? You know, car shopping usually involves ... shopping."
"I don't shop very well", Grace said. "I just see what I need and get it.
Tag: shopping grace-brisbane sam-roth
You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk"
"Woof.
Tag: grace-brisbane sam-roth
holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.
Maggie StiefvaterTag: grace-brisbane sam-roth cole-st-clair
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