être dans la lune@ betsydobsons

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the deep blue seathe noughties
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    Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe for @dreamtheif (bc they have been emotionally compromised)

    I wanted to tell them that I’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real one. Until Dante. I wanted to tell them that I never knew that people like Dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged to the heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys. I wanted to tell them that he had changed my life and that I would never be the same, not ever. And that somehow it felt like it was Dante who had saved my life and not the other way around. I wanted to tell them that he was the first human being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the things that scared me. I wanted to tell them so many things and yet I didn’t have the words. So I just stupidly repeated myself. “Dante’s my friend.

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    Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

    Let us find the dam snack bar,“ Zoe said. "We should eat while we can.”

    Grover cracked a smile. “The dam snack bar?”

    Zoe blinked. “Yes. What is funny?”

    “Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. “I could use some dam french fries.”

    Even Thalia smiled at that. “And I need to use the dam restroom.”

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    The Secret History by Donna Tartt

    Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me than men had walked on the moon. “No,” he said, putting down his fork.

    “It’s true,” chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way.

    “I don’t believe it.”

    “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television.”

    “How did they get there? When did this happen?“

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    Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

    —“Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.”

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    The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

    —“How do you know I wouldn’t have just been happy with the truth? I don’t care if my father was a deadbeat named Butternut. It doesn’t change anything right now.”

    “His name wasn’t really Butternut, was it?” Gansey asked Adam in a low voice.

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    The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

    — I have done it,“ she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

    "Go,” she says. “He waits for you.”

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

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    The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

    The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head.

    I fear no monsters for no monsters I see. Because all this time the monster has been me.

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