“What?” I cut him off. “That’s not true—I do take this seriously—” “Bullshit.” He laughs a short, sharp, angry laugh. “All you do is sit around and think about your feelings. You’ve got problems. Boo-freaking-hoo,” he says. “Your parents hate… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“I didn't want the clothes or the perfect shoes or the expensive anything. I didn't want to be draped in silk. All I ever… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“He's too much. Everything about him is too much. His emotions, his actions, his anger, his aggression. His love.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“Right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her. And I’ve fallen. So hard. I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I’ve felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I’ve known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I’ve seen things that… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“That’s when I understand. Of course she’s not okay. Of course she didn’t get any sleep last night. Last night she almost killed one… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
