Hate is a useless emotion.
You are totally kissable. If I were a guy or gay or bi or something I would absolutely kiss you.
Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.
We are not defined by our species any more than our nationality or our gender. What we do, our choices, that’s what defines us.
You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you’ll love me the way you love your wolf.
She is really nice and everything, but totally not made of awesome the way Issie is.
Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet. Well, there you go, I mutter. Then it must be true.
I am not a good fighter,” I try to explain again, fingering the edge of my shirt. “I mean, I am really bad at fighting, not as bad as my friend Issie, who is possibly the least fightery person in the world. I mean, I’m getting better, but still... I mean – oh I’m sorry. I’m babbling.
Maybe,” he says slowly, as if each word is an effort, “she took advantage of me.
I do a victory dance worthy of any NFL running back. Uh-huh.
It’s a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It’s the unknown that scares me most. – Zara.
His reddish hair is rumpled, but in a deliberate I’m-in-a-boy-band way.
Pain shoots through my head. fireworks. explosions. all inside my brain. the white world goes dark and i know what’s about to happen. i’m the one leaving. i am the one gone.
It’s just him and me and cookies.
Kebencian adalah suatu emosi yang tak berguna.
Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I’m not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?
I’m not much of a distance runner, more of a sprinter.
Not ugly for someone her age, but what she’s doing with those numbers and letters seem unholy.
Finally the bell rings and the teenage Pavlovian dogs mosve to the next kennel.
Tell Me Whom You Love and I’ll Tell You Who You Are.