I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happiness, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.
I realize that even through the hard times I’m sure we’ll face, I’ll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha
He gazes at the people in the truck. “Are you driving back with them? Smiling, I nod. “Yes.” “With a bunch of dudes?” “Yes.” “Is that safe?” My smile expands into a face consuming grin. ” I am safer in that truck than I am anywhere else.
But no matter what happens, I spoke up, made a voice for myself, freed from the haunting memories that have owned me for the last six years. I found my courage.
To me, he is art, poetry for the eyes and heart. He is the most terrifyingly beautiful guy I have ever seen. And his scars have to tell a story…
I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.
Seriously, it’s like watching mild porn, watching you two eye fuck each other every two seconds.
I’m not scared of death, just tired. So fucking tired of being alive yet never fully breathing.
I don’t believe that. I don’t believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.
I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.
Why do I always have so many fucking questions in my head?
It’s what’s buried deep inside that frightens me because it’s broken, like a shattered mirror.
At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it.” “Of course. They’re always worth it,” he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.
It isn’t as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we’ve done.
Life has been full of evil, and if you don’t start asking the right questions, the evil is going to be the end of you.
Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.
I won’t let that night ruin you forever.” But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.
Just you and me against the world.Always and forever.
You’ve always had a good grasp on what’s right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.
It was an earthshattering kiss, one that stole breaths, stopped hearts, and scared the shit out of me because it surfaced feelings I’d never felt before, ones that rendered me helpless.
Death. It’s around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It’s too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.
You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.
No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.
I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.
Because I mean it. I don’t care about anything else. I could lose anyone else and make it through. But not you, Ella May. I can’t do this without you.