"And even as the policemen’s guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently—- Please, not him… not him and Johnny both —-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted."
I saw we heart it and I told myself “we fart it” and for some reason I was so pleased with myself
SO I JUST FOUND OUT IN THE 80’S MY MOM HAND WROTE THREE FANFICTIONS EACH 150 PAGES LONG ABOUT HER AND HER FRIENDS’ SECRET ROMANCES WITH DURAN DURAN I CAN’T EVEN