Robin York Quotes

You arm yourself with love, friends, knowledge. You figure out who you are. What you want. You figure it out, and you go after it with everything you've got. And that means sometimes you have to let yourself be scared.

You have a great shift." I tell him. "I'll see you around. It's a good thing we're not friends, or else maybe I'd miss you. Or something more than friends-it's a good thing we weren't going out, or I'd be gutted right now. But, you know, we're not. Going out. Obviously. It's so obvious. I'm not sure why I didn't get the memo on that. Maybe it was all the phone sex, addling my stupid female brain. Or, hell, maybe it was all those hours we spent at the bakery, hanging out, or that time when I slept in your bed and cried on your lap on the bathroom floor. I just got confused about what we are. I didn't get the memo.

And after it's all said and done and you get released, I want you to find Caroline and take care of her for me. Take good care of her. I know you can't talk right now, but you promise me just the same. She's gonna need you.

Caroline's being the leader - it doesn't mean I'm her flunky. It doesn't diminish me. It's just who she is.

Couldn't stand that she saw right through what I did to her - the shame I felt when she didn't cry or shout and I figured out I'd been trying to trick her into changing her mind about me because I couldn't just tell her the truth. I loved her. Every day, every hour, every single fucking awful minute, I loved her.

The world's not black and white," she tells me. "Life doesn't have good guys and bad guys or a beginning, middle, and end. Not while you're living it. It's just people doing stuff that's beautiful or stupid or somewhere in the middle.

His name feels like a secret, and now he's wearing it on his wrist. I want to know all about this girl who put it there. What she looks like. If she's got freckles, fair hair or dark, like his. If she's scrappy or etheral, funny or serious, scrape-kneed or ladylike. I know that she loves him, so I want to know everything else. But West doesn't want to share her with me. I shouldn't keep trying to scale these walls he puts up. I'm a terrible climber.

I think, fleetingly, that the reason I don't need vengeance is that I have love. Vengeance doesn't give you anything. It doesn't fill you up or soothe you, satisfy you or change you. And

Be careful what you put on the Internet.' I've heard it hundreds of times. 'Be careful what you do in this digital age. Don't let yourself be made a victim, because if you do, it's your fault. Your mistake.

Because I love you. I don't want to, okay? I think there are some things that are so hard, you shouldn't have to do them, only no one can take them from you. There are feelings so sick, so obviously unhealthy, you shouldn't have to feel them. But there they are. I still love you, and I'm not ever going to see you again, not ever. You did that to us. Not your dad or your family. just you. So I could hit you. I could rage at you right now, and call you every ugly name I know, and I know a lot. I could tell you how much I'm hurting, or I could get out of the car, slam the door, hitchhike to the airport because fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, West, how could you do this to me? How?

What if you go after the love of your life and it ruins you?

I treated her like she belonged to me, even though I wouldn't have her and I wouldn't let her have me, either.

It's not an embarrassment. Embarrassment fades. This is a black mark. You might as well have committed a felony, Caroline, and all because you didn't use your head."

'Nate is the one who posted the pictures.'

"And you're the one who let him take them."

'I trusted him.'

He makes a disgusted sound. Looks away from me.

He hates me because he can.

Because he's been allowed to.

Because he's male, he's well off, he's privileged, and the world lets him get away with it.

I'll woo you until you can't walk sweetheart.

Why are you taking her side?'
"I'm not. But if I find out you did this, don't expect me to support you just because you're my son. It's despicable, what happened to her."
'What she did is despicable.'
"What she did, she did with you. Now get dressed and get down there.

There's a reason they call it falling in love–because of the way it tips you ass over teakettle and then shakes your life up, hard. Don't get me wrong. There's nothing like it. No better drug. No adventure more fantastic. But it changes things. It changes you.

I step closer to him and put my hand on his arm.
If he flinches slightly - if my heart contracts - I ignore it.
I'm not disgusting. I'm his daughter.

'But, Daddy? Here's what they mean to ME. They're an act of hate. They're vengeance against me, from someone I never treated badly. They're UNDESERVED. And even if they were deserved, what does that mean, exactly. That if someone takes naked pictures of me, I'm a bad person, so they get the right to call me slut on the Internet? Are you trying to tell me that just because I didn't stop Nate from aiming his camera, I deserve whatever happens to me, forever? I deserved this attack because I asked for it? Do you hear how ugly that is?'

"I never said you asked for it." He sounds different, his voice choked and unsettled.

'Yeah. You did.

If you want to say Fuck you, West, go ahead and say it.

Nice," he says. "I'm jealous."
"Of my nap?"
"Of your pillow.

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Keeping secrets is exhausting. When your whole life turns into a secret,

With West, I picked deep and then deeper. I picked all the way, hot and cold, good and bad, dark and light.

It doesn't take anything special to fight back against the world and all the ways it wants to box you in, hold you down, limit you, and keep you from thriving. You just have to know what it is you want to accomplish. You have to know who you want to be with and what you'll give up to get them. You have to let yourself want what you want as hard as you can, as deep as that goes, even if it scares the fuck out of you.

My heart is so light, I think it might be made out of air. It might float up and escape through the gap between my front teeth.

Don't wait for me," he whispers, and he kisses me again. "I don't want you to wait.

I was eighteen years old, and I thought I loved him. I should have known, but I didn't.
And I don't deserve to be abused for it. Judged for it. Called names.
I don't deserve to have my life ruined.

Because I'm trying to notice, these days, when I'm making shit harder than it has to be. I'm trying to notice when there's something I want and I'm throwing obstacles up in front of it for no reason at all.

Sometimes I hate the girl I was back then. It's like how, when you see a horror movie, you can't help but feel contempt for the virgin who goes for a walk in the woods after midnight. How can she be so stupid? Doesn't she know she's about to get gruesomely hacked to death?
She should know. That's why it's so hard to watch. Because you want her to know. You want her to defend herself, and you look down on her for not knowing, even though obviously it's the guy who hacks her up who's at fault.

She holds herself like she matters, laughs like she cares, smiles like she's somebody.

What am I supposed to do about you? I think you'd better tell me. Caro, because I don't have a fucking clue.

I've learned that when evil crawls out of a snake pit, you have to track it down and squash it. Then you have to assume it had babies and go looking for them too.

You know, that's the thing that made me cry the hardest last night, even after what you did to me? Even with how mad I am. how fucking gross I feel every time I even look at your mouth or think about hearing what I heard-thinking about how you made me hear it-it's even worse to think I'm going to leave and you're going to drive back to Silt and die there. Die there every day.

I want you, and I don't know how to stop wanting you. I want to get deep inside you, and then deeper, until I'm so deep I don't even know what's me anymore and what's you.

For the record, Caro?" "Yeah?" "Hard as a fucking rock.

Yeah. It is. And if you're going to get out of bed and come here and talk to me, the bare minimum you can do is assume I'm not everybody. When I ask you, I actually want to know how you are.