WRAP ME UP I shiver. He pulls away. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little. Plus... you know." "What?" "Um... your kisses?" He laughs, pulls me down onto the blanket and wraps his arms and legs around me. Perfect. My kind of blanket.
He cups my face with both hands leans in, eyes lingering a sweet second before his lips are there on mine, teasing, playing, tasting, kissing. When he pulls away, I'm breathless. He nuzzles my ear. "Now that's thrilling." You got that right.
It brings me back to the moment, and I want to live the moment with everything I’ve got.
Heads: This girl Tails: That girl
I like the memories because they remind me I haven't always been this girl, constantly mad or scared or confused.
Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.
We have a lot of questions, and we want to understand. Music helps with that . Music helps with everything.
We walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started.
It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?" I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has - of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: "It’ll always be Mina.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petals and smile, because tucked between those precious petals is a special gift - the one of a fragrance, pure and sweet. When you hold a rose, you see the thorns along th...
STONE Let my heart turn to stone. Maybe then I can sleep without nightmares. May be then I can eat without a stomachache. Maybe then I can read without fear of an unhappy ending. Take the knife out of my heart and,please, let it turn to stone.
The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.
Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
She wasn't fit to be a member of society. Her mind was a running sewer. The raunchiest teenager didn't think about sex as much as she did.
What I want is for you to build a bridge. A bridge that connects these two parts of my life so I don't have to choose one or the other I don't want to choose Because the thing about choices? You get something while you lose something else. If you cho...
Come with me,' Mom says. To the library. Books and summertime go together.
Okay. I will go. But only if you will give me your guilt to take with me.
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don’t even have to kiss to have fireworks go off.
Guilt reminds me of a stray cat. You chase it away and yet, it comes back when you least expect it. If you let yourself feel pity for it and feed the thing, it parks its ugly, puny, lonely-for-attention butt on your doormat and won't go away. Scat ki...
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time. I always wondered, do opposites really attract? Now I know for sure they do. I'd gr...
