fourtrified:

What’s your tattoo?
You wanna see it?

I just don’t wanna lose you

“I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”
“That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.”
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.
“Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.”
I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.”
“Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.”

Veronica Roth, Divergent (book)

"It’s not real.”

Divergent Stripper Names

You’re different. You don’t fit into a category. They can’t control you. They call it Divergent. You can’t let them find out about you.