“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 Image
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.… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
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
