Jessa Favorite Moments in After The Bridge (1/3)
Her voice was a warm purr. He took hold of her waist and lifted her up and outof her petticoats, as if he were lifting an expensive orchid free of its pot. When he put her back down, she was wearing only her corset, drawers and stockings. Her legs were just as long and lovely as he had remembered and dreamed about.
He reached for her, but she caught at his hands. She was still smiling, but now there was an impish quality of it. ”Oh, no,” she said, gesturing to him, his jeans and sweater. ” Y o u r turn ”
My name is Hazel.
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life.
Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… Okay, how not to cry. How am I—okay. Okay. I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
i wish you could delete things from your brain like here i am struggling to remember information i learnt last week but as soon as a veronicas song comes on i know every single word
I just feel so fucking terrible I don’t even have words
Do you think they’ll let me stay at home when my mom tells the headteacher that I’m suffering from depression and anxiety?
yeah. I’m a little depressed.
"You’ll leave me, they all do"
“I won’t, I promise”
“That’s what they all say… After a few weeks of me you’ll get tired and leave”
“I won’t leave, after my holiday we’ll be just a close friend”
Another let down
Proves I’m right.