Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
Eres mi sueño, el mas sucio, y el mas tierno, mi realidad mas pervertida y mas inocente.
In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.
Jill S. Alexander, Paradise
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
-Eleanor & Park
, Rainbow Rowell (via oddi-tea