I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.
we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers
A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.
So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?
Some things are private, Ethan. Even for grown-ups.
It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.
Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.
Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.
It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.
They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.
Stupid to the power of stupid.
Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?
I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.
Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?
I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.
When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them
Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?
A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.
And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss
I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right. I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are. And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too. We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us. Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.
There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt-it meant something. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds
In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.
bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met
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