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Rachel Lynn Solomon

  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    “Come on. I’m giving you an olive branch here.”
    “If I can’t smack you with it, what’s the point?”
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    His words peel the Band-Aid off the wound.
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    But sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I’ve never known.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    Maybe that’s the definition of nostalgia: getting sappy about things that are supposed to be insignificant.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    While I love romance, I’ve never believed in the concept of soul mates, which has always seemed a little like men’s rights activism: not a real thing. Love isn’t immediate or automatic; it takes effort and time and patience.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I’ve never known.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    For someone who loves words, I’m occasionally not great at speaking them.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    It’s a nice pair of shoulders, I decide. A shame they’re wasted on someone like him.
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    “It’s catchy, but… it seems melancholy, too,” he says.
    “What’s wrong with that?”
    “There’s too much bad shit in the world to listen to depressing music all the time.”
  • Лера Третьякciteerde uitvorig jaar
    my mind trips over the way he said the kiddush, the sound of those words I knew so well in a voice I thought I did. My fingers tingle at the memory of sitting on his bed, touching his shoulder. An unusual moment of physical contact between us. Then the pointillism of freckles across his face and down his neck, the dots that wrap around his fingers and crawl up his arms. And his arms—the way they look in that T-shirt.
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