What would she be saying if she did? That she did want to marry him? For ten years, at least, since she was twelve or thirteen, Rosa had been declaring roundly to anyone who asked that she had no intention of getting married, ever, and that if she ever did, it would be when she was old and tired of life. When this declaration in its various forms had ceased to shock people sufficiently, she had taken to adding that the man she finally married would be no older than twenty-five. But lately she had been starting to experience strong, inarticulate feelings of longing, of a desire to be with Joe all the time, to inhabit his life and allow him to inhabit hers, to engage with him in some kind of joint enterprise, in a collaboration that would be their lives. She didn’t suppose they needed to get married to do that, and she knew that she certainly ought to not want to. But did she?
I care that there’s a war in Indochina, and I demonstrate against it; I care that there’s a women’s liberation movement, and I demonstrate for it. But I also go to the movies incessantly, and have my hair done once a week, and cook dinner every night, and spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make my eyes look symmetrical, and I care about those things, too.
greatnights-ruin-goodshirts:

prepitup:

This explains so much to me dear god

This is awesome

greatnights-ruin-goodshirts:

prepitup:

This explains so much to me dear god

This is awesome

(Source: pantherjmrawrs)

I may have acted in peculiar ways before — I’m sure I have — but I’ve never just sat. My screwups, historically, have been of an energetic variety.
When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.
The Esquire Gone Girl review

Yes, what they said. 

There’s something called the rapture of the deep, and it refers to what happens when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and can’t tell which way is up. When he surfaces he’s liable to have a condition called the bends, where the body can’t adapt to the oxygen levels in the atmosphere. All this happens to me when I resurface from a book.
I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar — you live next to the strange and unlikely for so long that everything and everyone becomes commonplace.
'Your Favorites: 100 Best-Ever Teen Novels'

prettybooks:

The 100 best teenage/young adult novels voted by 75,220 people over on NPR.

Two immediate thoughts:

  • No Sharon Creech?
  • The Giver is a series? Where the fuck have I been for forever?
Man, I loved this book when I first read it.

Man, I loved this book when I first read it.

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