Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that
nothing compares to that feeling when you discover a new book and it just consumes your life and you literally want to eat and breathe this book and when it’s over you think about it for days and days and the idea of reading a new book repulses you because all you can think about is the flawlessness that was the book that you just read.
Shirley MacLaine in What A Way To Go! (1964)
The Fosters, finally a show that confirms boys have crushes even when they’re 12. Let me rephrase: especially when they’re 12.