The Summer I Turned Pretty Appreciation Blog

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It occurred to me that I was going to have to make most of this summer, really make it count, in case there wasn’t another one quite like it. After all, I would be sixteen soon. I was getting older too. Things couldn’t stay the same forever.

It occurred to me that I was going to have to make most of this summer, really make it count, in case there wasn’t another one quite like it. After all, I would be sixteen soon. I was getting older too. Things couldn’t stay the same forever.

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“We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.”

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I just needed to be on the beach. The beach would make me feel better. Nothing, nothing felt better than the way the sand felt between my feet. It was both solid and shifting, constant and ever-changing. It was summer. It’s Not Summer Without You - Jenny Han (via -daysgoby)

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Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You

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There’s only you. For me, there’s only ever been you. (via turnapagequotealine)

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We didn’t know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity. Belly, We’ll Always Have Summer (via cheriper)

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I think I always knew I would be Belly Fisher one day. I just didn’t know it was going to happen like this. We’ll Always Have Summer// Jenny Han (via youngadultbookquotes)

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Agnes: "When did you know you were in love?"

Conrad: I didn't have an answer to that question. There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

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You just want to keep me on this hook, right? So I’ll keep chasing after you and you can feel good about yourself. As soon as I start to get over you, you just reel me back in. You’re so screwed up in the head. But I’m telling you, this is it. You don’t get to have me anymore. Not as your friend or your admirer or anything. I’m through. Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty (via tsskkcrysx-)

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