They were like a firecracker that had burned up. The pretty picture, the sparkling moment was gone; they were just smoke and ashes now.
You couldn’t hide from bad things and pretend they didn’t exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.
It was hard to be honest, to open up, and reveal something that sounded crazy. Because once you told someone the truth, that person had a piece of you – and they could belittle it, destroy it. They could turn your confession into a wound that never healed.
I’m looking for freedom with a side of restraining order, but everything just comes with bacon.
That was like watching my dad French-kiss a raccoon-I feel violated on so many levels.
We live vicariously through stories, because our own lives provide so few opportunities for high-stakes adventure and noble sacrifice.
It seared her senses; it made her feel alive, even as it sucked that life away – and she kept coming back to it, again and again. Waves of sensation pulled her under – drowning her. But Blue made drowning feel like the loveliest thing. Like she was losing her breath, but she didn’t need it, didn’t want it, only wanted him.
We look good taped back together.
You never live in the moment. You’ve been living in the future since the day I was cursed.
The way he looked all of her and saw all of her. Not the fairest. Not the princess. Just the girl she was. He knew her like no one else did, and she’d thought she’d knew everything about him, too. Who he was. What he’d do.
What is there about you to adore? Who in this world do you care about, besides yourself? You’re a pretty face, but you’re empty inside. You don’t even know what you want. You’re just waiting for someone to give it to you.