I still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.
You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation.
If he wakes up, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ll open gates, I’ll help all the paranormals, I’ll never judge people wearing Crocs again. Just let him wake up. Please.
Their smiles are lies. Most smiles are.
I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry – There is a lot, oh, there is a lot – and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.
Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.
Soap operas got nothing on my family history.
There’s a reason cats were near deity in ancient Egypt. Dogs may be loyal, but cats are smart. This one must recognize our bond. You can take the cat ouf of Egypt, but you can’t take Egypt out of the cat. Wow, I should have that embroidered on a pillow or something.
I can’t seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.
I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its soltitude. I will be the desert.
I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.
My heart is sand and Orion’s cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.
I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.
In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.
Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.
I’ll see you in your dreams, okay, stupid?
Jack was balancing a spoon on his nose when I walked in. “You,” I said knocking it off his face. “Me!” He answered cheerfully.
I opened the door and Lend smiled. ‘They look better on you.’ ‘Wow, they must look just awful on you then.’ I smiled back.
You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.
Then the other door opened. I wen’t rigid. If I had thought Reth’s was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn’t seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.