wednesday with no siovhan words...


“she belonged to me,” chris said simply. “she was, you know, all the things i wasn’t. and i was all the things she wasn’t. she could paint circles around anyone; i can’t even draw a straight line. she was never into sports; i’ve always been.” chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. “her hand,” he said. “it fit mine.”

{j. picoult - the pact}

4 comments

  1. haha it cant be wordless wednesday when you have WORDS, silly!!! thanks for the laugh... super cute!

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  2. SIGH.

    You lucky, lucky girl! :) Love your face BIGTIME.

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