“I plucked one plump black olive from the plate and put it in my mouth immediately before saying, “Well, I feel bad for you, then.” “Why’s that?” “Because I love antipasto.” “I guess I don’t understand why that’s a problem.”… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“Don’t smile, Parker,” Everett said, leaning in to me. “It would look weird on your face.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I'm not talking about the scars that separate your skin, Parker. I'm not blind, I can see those. I'm talking about the scars much… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“This doesn’t have to be anything more than what we want, Andra. We don’t need to define this. You are warm, honest, beautiful, and… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I don’t need a thousand people to know I existed. I just want someone to know I lived.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“when I kiss you, I promise you—you won’t be thinking that I might. I’ll just do it. When you’re least expecting it.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I so desperately wanted to be his gravity, to hold him on this earth and keep him from leaving me.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt of the moment I found my mother’s body. My life was a series of befores and afters: before my mother’s… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“He sighed and moved his hands under water, linking with mine. “You are like a drug to me. Dangerous. Addicting. I can’t get enough… — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
“I don't want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.” — Whitney Barbetti Copy Share Image
