“I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything." -A”
“You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery!”
“I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily.
Ezra smiled. "Can I come?”
“Only two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.”
“When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem...”
“,the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do.”
“SPENCER: Hide and seek was my favorite game with Melissa. You want to know why? I always won.”
“Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?”
“I've always hated biology who cares how a cell divides, it just does”
“Mai fidarsi di una bella ragazza se nasconde un orribile segreto.”
“It's like you're reading a book and every time someone's tearing the pages.”
“Holy shit,” Spencer said. She held her T-shirt up against her naked chest.
“What is it? Wren asked.
Spencer stepped back. Her throat was dry. “Oh,” she croaked.
“Oh,” Wren echoed.
Melissa stood outside the window, her hair messay and Medusa-like, her face absolutely expressionless. A cigarette shook in her tiny, usually steady fingers.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Spencer finally said.”
“So then they’d snuggled up to each other, naked, and started to talk. Ezra told her about the time he was six and sculpted a red squirrel out of clay, only to have his brother squash it. How he used to smoke a lot of pot after his parents got divorced. About the time he had to take the family’s fox terrier to the vet to have her put to sleep. Aria told him about how when she was little, she kept a can of split pea soup named Pee as a pet and cried when her mom tried to cook Pee for dinner.”
“You know what they say about hope, it breeds eternal misery”
“You’ve been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?”
“DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST DEAD!”
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
-Benjamin Franklin.”
“Sigo aquí, putas. Y lo sé todo. —A.”
“They felt kind of like dolls, with Ali arranging their every move.”
“I’m still here, bitches. And I know everything. —A”
“Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead. -Benjamin Franklin”
“I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.”
“People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of go into a trance, because it’s truly dazzling—that bright red line, like a highway route on a map that you want to follow to see where it leads. And—God—the sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. You just know that balloon is thinking, Ha, I don’t belong to you after all; and at the same time, Do they have any idea how beautiful the view is from up here? And then the balloon remembers, after the fact, that it has a wicked fear of heights.
When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.”
“Luckily, I's learned at an early age that self-preservation was the only way to survive with your soul intact.”
“Cruel thoughts lead to cruel words, and hurt you as much as they hurt their target.”
“She put my hand in the fire once. Jus to see if it would burn, she said. Just to check if it was a regular hand, she said. I was 6 years old then. I remember because it was my birthday.”
“Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.”
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