“Maybe I knew nothing of love—not what it was, what it meant to be in it, or what to do when you were—but maybe, just maybe, it meant finding a boy who only smiled and then holding his hand when… — A.N. Casey Copy Share Image
“Crushes are very strange things; they’re a warning sign in the word itself—crush: to deform, pulverize, or force inward by compressing forcefully. Whoever decided it was a good idea to equate deformity and compression to blooming affection was either very… — A.N. Casey Copy Share Image
“Maybe I knew nothing of love—not what it was, what it meant to be in it, or what to do when you were—but maybe,… — A.N. Casey Copy Share Image
“Crushes are very strange things; they’re a warning sign in the word itself—crush: to deform, pulverize, or force inward by compressing forcefully. Whoever decided… — A.N. Casey Copy Share Image
