I’m exactly where I belong, being loved by Atlas Corrigan.
It’s not the first time he’s mentioned I saved him back then, but every time he says it, I want to argue with him. I didn’t save him. All I did was fall in love with him.
I keep running back to the starting line because I don’t want to be finished with you.
It’s better to be a selfless somebody than to be a selfish nobody.
It’s as if I’m witnessing her become a mother. It might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Perhaps what we desire can sometimes be so strong it overpowers our fate.
He smells like limes and bad decisions.
In a matter of a few weeks, I went from hating you to liking you to wanting the world for you, so forgive me if those feelings sometimes overlap.
Seeing the ocean in person feels almost as important as having food and shelter. It doesn’t seem farfetched to believe a charity should exist for the sole purpose of allowing people to afford a trip to the beach. It should be a basic human right. A necessity. It’s like years of therapy, rolled up into a view.
But even monsters can’t survive without a heart beating inside their chest.
I never even got to look into the eyes of the human Scotty and I made.
I feel like a waterfall around him, just spilling myself and my secrets out all over the floor.
What fills the holes in a soul?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.
I’ve spent my life not making bold moves when it comes to her. I wanted to make sure she knew where I stood this time.
We don’t focus too much on what isn’t working out in our lives. We focus on what is, and there’s a lot to be grateful for.
Thank you for being the most comforting part of my life right now. Thank you for always being the beacon I need every time I feel lost. Whether you mean to shine on me or not. I am grateful for you. I’ve missed you. I absolutely should have kissed you.
I’d feel nothing if you punched me in the heart I’d feel even less if you stabbed me with a knife But I didn’t fall out of love with you I fell out of love with life.
Crying seems to be the only thing left in life that I’m good at. Crying and making bad decisions.
My loyalty is to the people who bring positivity into my life. My loyalty is to the people who want to build me up and see me happy. Those are the people I’m going to make decisions about my life for.
It’s weird, though, isn’t it? Why do people judge other people based on how tightly their skin clings to their bones?