Hey Gina, how are you doing? Felt like sending you a message!:D Please post your top 5 favorite fic quotes (if you want ofc). Have a nice day <3
Carina! How are you!?! Oooh...this is the kind of message I can get behind. Not sure these are my top 5, but these are ones I love (and have on hand):
1. “You look like flowers,” Louis whispers softly. “A meadow. Somewhere warm and colorful and all my own, where I go to be all by myself. And you look like my favorite book with the tea-stained pages, all the highlighted parts that speak to me in ways other books just don’t. You look like a bonfire, the brightest thing around, so bright I can’t look at anything else. And you look like silk, and softness, and happiness. That’s what you look like.” - Hiding Place by @alivingfire
2. Louis is looking up at him, and his eyes are as bright as the moon and the projector light flickering through the window, and it’s like Harry has caught starlight in his hands, something like a wish, a hope, shot straight through the night and burning into the fate lines of his palms. - A Red-Dusted Planet by @onewasturning
3. Instead, he wonders if it’s possible at all to miss something he’s never had. If the tall boy with his long fingers brushing against the turn of Louis’ ankle was supposed to have been in Louis’ life ages ago but the author forgot to write him in when he had meant to, if maybe that’s why Louis is falling into him so quickly, because he’s trying to make up for lost time, trying to catch up. If maybe that’s why Louis’ life has been so off lately. - Little Technicolor Things by tekhnicolor (I could give you 20 from that fic alone, it is magnificent)
4. Harry doesn’t know. He’s never felt like that about anyone, not nearly. He has no idea what it must be like to be haunted by someone, where you loved them so much that their fingerprints are all over you even after they’re gone. - Just Tell Me The Song and I’ll Sing It by myownspark / @myownsparknow
5. It makes all the sense in the bloody world and the realization cracks over Louis’ head like an egg, dripping down his neck and trailing down to his toes. –– The Actor by velvetoscar / @mizzwilde
Thank you for asking, love! Now I want to spend the rest of my day reading! ❤️
