I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.
If Peter Pan had been real, he would’ve gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.
There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.
You can bite me if you want. I want you to.
I don’t think I’ve ever really had a home before, not until I met you.
His lips brushed against mine. Delicately at first, almost testing to see if this was real.
I look at you because I can’t look away.
He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.
How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.
I looked at him like he was an idiot, but he didn’t notice. Or maybe he got it so often, he thought that was how people looked at him.
This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn’t on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.
I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! – Wendy.
I’m probably gonna have to buy like a massive entertainment center for all of these movies,” Jack said, staring up at his DVD’s. It overwhelmed him for a minute, so he sighed, and finally turned back to look at me. I have no idea what he was planning to say, but his jaw fell open and his eyes widened. “Holy Hell.
Remember my name. Because I’m going to be the one who kills you.
Before when we were talking, were you asking why her?” The aurora above us reflected on his face, and his dark eyes were filled with heat. “Or were you asking why not you?
It is so contradictory that life can be the worst it‘s ever been and the best it‘s ever been all at once. It‘s strange how love can blossom even in the darkest places.
I love it when you talk clean to me, quoting training manuals like sonnets.
A life without any mistakes? That doesn’t sound like any fun at all.
Don’t act on everything your heart says, but make sure you listen to it,” Elora smiled. “Sometimes your heart is right.
They were unfailing in their love for me, and most of the time they had gotten nothing in return. Maybe that last part was the proof that my mother was right. They only gave, and I only took.