The Year We Fell Down (The Ivy Years #1)

And when he turned around, it was as if the sun had come out after a rainy day.

«Be’, o Hartley capisce che, per quanto sia bella, è un idiota a stare con lei. Cosa che, tra parentesi, è ciò che spero succeda.»
«Oppure?»
«Oppure, la pianti di smaniare per lui.
Perché, sinceramente, lei lo rende meno interessante. Prima non facevate altro che chiacchierare a cena. Adesso invece niente, perché lei lo frena. Nel frattempo, un altro ragazzo, uno che sa cosa vuole il suo cuore, incrocerà il tuo sguardo.»

But hope is tricky. She sneaks up on you even in unpredictable locations.

Everybody has their shit to shovel,

Everybody has their shit to shovel, Callahan. Everybody.” He gave my hand a squeeze, and then took his back. “Now, yours is right up front where everybody can see it. I don’t envy you that. But everybody has some, whether you can see it or not.

Everybody has their shit to shovel,Callahan.Everybody.Now,yours is right up front where everybody can see it.I don't envy you that.But everybody has some,whether you can see it or not.

Hartley, I'm sure he couldn't stop looking at you either. You're yummy.
He snorted. You've got it bad Callahan

-Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
-Any time I offer you food.
-Exactly. Gimme that.

He was almost the hottest hockey player I could name. The hottest one was sitting beside me on the sofa.

He was almost the hottest hockey player I could name. The hottest one was sitting beside me on the sofa.

His gaze had the intensity of a laser. “But it’s not the same with you.” My heart faltered. “Why?” “Because, Callahan.” The brown eyes came closer. “I never loved anyone the way I love you.

Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - -Emily Dickinson

I guess it’s all about expectations,

It was hard enough being the Girl in the Wheelchair. I didn't need to be the Girl Who Ejected From Her Wheelchair

I want everything. I want you to be the same with me that you were with other girls. His gaze had the intensity of a laser. But it's not the same with you. My heart faltered. Why? Because, Callahan. The brown eyes came closer. I never loved anyone the way I love you.

I was perfect," I said. "And I didn't even know."

"No," he whispered into my ear. "No, no. Perfect isn't real." I took a deep shaky breath and the feel of his strong arms around me began to feel steadying. "There's no more perfect, Callahan. Now there's only really damned good.

She was like song I’d forgotten how to sing. I needed to hear it again to remember why I liked it the first time.

shucked off

Thank you for that selfless act of research on my behalf.

That’s not the way it is, Callahan.” I grabbed her hands and rolled her closer to me, until our knees touched. “The thing is, we’re all fragile. It’s just that most of our friends are lucky enough not to know it yet.

Why would you complicate our friendship?" I whispered. "Like it's so simple now?" He countered.

You are the perfect girl,” he said against my lips. “You’re hot, but you hate to shop. That dress is gonna look great. On my floor.

You worry a lot about people staring at you, right? And then you're like, 'oh, f**k it. I'll just play a sport that requires me to wear a bathing suit, and get dunked every time I have possession of the ball.