We’re here, and it’s nighttime. So according to my calculations, we must not have done anything stupid.
My heart is pounding so hard I’m surprised it’s not bleeding.
I like when he tells me that he likes the way I feel because it goes against what I’ve heard my entire life and I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.
Kenji is a walking paradox of Unflinchingly Serious Person and 12-Year-Old Boy Going Through Puberty all rolled into one.
Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I’ve likely given the poor man a heart attack.
They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes. It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.
Every vertebra, every knuckle, both kneecaps, both hips. I am a pile of bones on the floor and no one knows it but me. I am a broken skeleton with a beating heart.
The soldiers stomp stomp stomp through the rain, crushing leaves and fallen snow under their feet. Their hands are wrapped in gloves wrapped around guns that could put a bullet through a million possibilities.
I would rather be dead, than go back to being silent and suffocated.
The sky is raining bricks right into my skull.
I don’t know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read the book written in his eyes.
There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you.
I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.
1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.
God, Juliette, I’d follow you anywhere. You’re the only good thing left in this world.
They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light.
My eyes break open. Two shattered windows filling my mouth with glass.
I have officially, absolutely collapsed inside.
This must be how I broke through the concrete in Warner’s torture chamber. Which means I still have no idea how I broke through the concrete in Warner’s torture chamber.
I wish someone would remind me how to breathe.