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Tag Name "Cath" (18)

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Cath wished she didn't use the word just so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.
Rainbow Rowell
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Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.
Rainbow Rowell
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Maybe we should go on lots of double dates,” Cath said, “and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time.” “Pfft,” Levi said, “I’m picking out my own dress.
Rainbow Rowell
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Everybody drinks, she said calmly. The Only Rational One. Your sister doesn't. When rolled her eyes. Forgive me, but I'm not going to spend my college years sitting soberly in my dorm room, writing about gay magicians. Objection, Cath said, reaching for a burrito.
Rainbow Rowell
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All you god damn dirty Catholics can cath-o-lick my balls.
Bo Burnham
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So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.
Rainbow Rowell
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You’ve read the books?” “I’ve seen the movies.” Cath rolled her eyes so hard, it hurt. (Actually.) (Maybe because she was still on the edge of tears. On the edge, period.) “So you haven’t read the books.” “I’m not really a book person.” “That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me
Rainbow Rowell
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Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.
Rainbow Rowell
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The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.
Rainbow Rowell
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How do you feel when I smile at you? he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. Like an idiot, she said softly. And I never want it to stop.
Rainbow Rowell
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I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.
Rainbow Rowell
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What about him? she’d say, finding an attractive guy to point out while they were standing in the lunch line. Do you want to kiss him? I don’t want to kiss a stranger, Cath would answer. I’m not interested in lips out of context.
Rainbow Rowell
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I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.
Rainbow Rowell
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That moment, she told Cath, when you realize that a guy's looking at you differently - that you're taking up more space in his field of vision. That moment when you know he can't see past you anymore.
Rainbow Rowell
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It felt good to be writing in her own room, in her own bed. To get lost in the World of Mages and stay lost. To not hear any voices in her head but Simon's and Baz's. Not even her own. This was why Cath wrote fic. For these hours when their world supplanted the real world.
Rainbow Rowell
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He already knows what I look like, Cath said. There's no point in being tricky about it now. How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky? It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.
Rainbow Rowell
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What if I promise not to touch you? Cath laughed. Now I have zero incentive to come. What if I promise to let you touch me first? Are you kidding? I'm the untrustworthy person in this relationship. I'm all hands. I've seen no evidence of that, Cath. In my head, I'm all hands. I want to live in your head.
Rainbow Rowell
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People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.
Rainbow Rowell