Live. If you mix the letters up in the words like and love, you get live.
God, if just holding hands with him feels this intense, I can’t imagine what everything else with him would feel like.
Me: Why don’t you ever practice on your balcony like you used to? This question gets me immediate eye contact from him, but it doesn’t last. His eyes flicker across my face, down my body, and finally back to his phone. Ridge: Why would I? You’re not out there anymore.
There are three questions every woman should be able to answer yes to before they commit to a man. If you answer no to any of this question, run like hell.
She dips her spoon into her ice cream, then puts the spoon back in her mouth. I can’t stop staring at that spoon. I think I love that spoon.
I just wanna make sure that you don’t miss out on the things in life that are happening when you’re not thinking. Because believe me, those are the best things in life.
Most teenagers are stashing away cigarettes and weed – I stash away sugar.
We cry survivor to survivor.
What you’re feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now-that’s why you write poetry.
Death. The only thing inevitable in life.
Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?
She doesn’t speak, but she doesn’t have to. I know in these moments, when it’s just her and me and nothing else, that she truly, soul-deep loves me.
You did everything you could, but sometimes all the love in the world from mothers and brothers isn’t enough to help pull someone out of their nightmare. We just need to accept that things are what they are, and all the guilt and regret in the world can’t change that.
Be accepting. Of everything. People’s differences, their similarities, their choices, their personalities. Sometimes it takes a variety to make a good collection. The same goes for people.
My body is a damn traitor.
You only miss the idea of him. You weren’t happy with him even before you found out he was cheating. You were only with him because it was comfortable. You miss the relationship, but you don’t miss Hunter.
But everything wrong with her is everything that draws me in and makes her perfect. She’s flat-out rude to me and I love it. She’s stubborn and I love it.
I’ve learned some thing about my heart. It can break. It can ripped apart. It can harden and freeze. It can stop. Completely. It can shatter in to million pieces. It can explode. It can die. The only thing that made it start beating again? The moment you open your eyes.
I hold still against her, taking one final look at this amazing, beautiful girl beneath me. “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to my life,” I whisper.
Devastated should be reserved for mothers.