Цитаты из книг — Britta Lundin

"I really want you to be happy, Forest. I hope you find what you`re looking for." She slips out the door and leaves me alone. What I`m looking for. If anyone knows what I`m looking for, maybe they could give me a call and let me know? Because I have no idea. And every time I try to do something good, I end up screwing it…

"I used to have friends. I used to not worry all the time. I used to go outside and play with kids. I used to talk to people at the bus stop. But then I moved to an ew town in sixth grade, and I didn`t do so well making new friends because I was awkard, and liked books too much, and I wans`t pretty or rich, and my parents…

I don`t know how Tess does it. She seems to know exactly what she is, and who she likes, and why. When did she acquire this certainy? And how can I get some of it to rub off on me? My cheeks flush in the darkness at the phrase rub off, and I shake the visual from earlier that night away. Because what if... what if I`m not…

"Okay," she says. "It`s cool. This is obviously too much. I`ll just get my stuff..." She goes and grabs her backpack and starts for the door. "No problem. I`ll let myself out. I`ll see you tomorrow." She says it like it`s no big deal. Like she`s doing me a favor. She`s not doing me a favor. I want her to stop. Tess. Stop.…

"Forest, are you listening?" she says. "You have to reach down somewhere deep and find a way to not be a dick out there."

To make art in fandom is to follow your pasison at the risk of never being taken seriously. I`ve written dozens of fics — put them together and you`d have several novels — but who knows what a college admissions officer will think of that as a pastime. Where does 12,000 Tumblr followers rate in relation to a spot in the…

"Are you sure you`re okay with this?" "Why wouldn`t I be?" Mom asks. "We`re going on the road to faraway big cities," I say. "I mean, I could end up doing drugs." "The important thing is you have fun." "Maybe I`ll have sex. Or get a tattoo. Anything could happen! I could get pregnant!" "These all sound like important life…

"It`s just where the story took us," he says breezily, as though the story were somehow sentient, like a jungle guide leading him through a forest of ideas, showing him the only possible path.

"Everyone just be yourself," Paula says. "Except you, Jamie, you should try being someone else. Someone excited to be here."

It`s not that I`m famous. I`m not. No, really, there are people on Tumblr who are legit famous, and I`m not one of them. But I write fic, and a lot of people follow me so they can ask when the next chapter of whatever WIP I`ve been posting will come out, that kind of thing. But I don`t really have friends online.…

Kyle squints at my T-shirt again. It`s the one with promo photos of Smokey and Heart gazing deeply into each other`s eyes, ostensibly locked in eternal conflict, but the shirt, like the show, is open for interpretaion. And I choose to see love. So does Kyle, apparently. "Why do they look like they`re about to kiss?"…

I would be writing these stories whether anyone read them or not, but I`d be lying if I said it wasn`t nice to know other people like what I do. Even if I dfon`t ever really talk to them, or have any real friends in fandom, just knowing they`re out there, feeling what I`m feeling, shipping what I`m shipping... It feels…

Why anyone would watch porn videos rather than read fanfic is beyond me. Isn`t imagining sex better, more compelling, when it`s between two people you know and care about and feel things for, rather than these tanned, oily strangers?