This is not a funny moment. It’s not. I’m not laughing

You will not be alone, I say to them, spinning to see their faces. You don’t need to be afraid anymore. We want to take back our world. We want to save the lives of...

Juliette.” I close my eyes. He says, “I don’t want you to call me Warner anymore.” I open my eyes. “I want you to know me,” he says, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand...

just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.

Why are you touching me? Because I can.

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all

Oh God—”He kisses me again, this time stronger,desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy;...

I do know that I don’t want to wake him.We were up very late last night.

I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it’ll be my choice.

Of course I remember you.” My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. “You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.

Shut up, Kenji,” he repeats in a whiny voice, mocking me.

The Sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The Moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light...

This planet is a broken bone that didn’t set right, a hundred pieces of crystal glued together. We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function...

Comamandering is not a word.It has letters, doesn’t it? Sounds like a word to me.

I grieve nothing. I take everything.

I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my heart andrevengeI think has never looked so sweet.

I love you,” I whisper. “I love you exactly as you are.

I’m trying to focus, telling myself these are just empty words, but I’m lying. Because somehow, just reading these words is too much; and the thought of her in pain is causing me an unbearable...

My father couldn’t warm my frozen hands.

So I take a deep breath.Step forward.Let go.10 seconds and I’m trying to breathe9And I’m trying to be brave8But the truth is I’m scared out of my mind7And I have no idea what’s waiting for...

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

I think wow, I imagine this is what it’s like to have friends.

He’s wrong he’s so he’s so wrong he’s more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.

Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.

Maybe I was crazy to consider it, but I’d always hoped that if I were a good enough girl, if I did everything right, if I said the right things or said nothing at all—I...

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of...

1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.

You think that because I am unwanted, because I am neglected and-and discarded-“My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. “You think I don’t have a heart? You...

I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability...

Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate.

I can’t be my own person, if i constantly require someone else to hold me together.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I lived in a really dark place. I wasn’t safe in my own mind. I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was...

We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a lie, it’s all a lie; every person, place, thing...

For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will...

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. “There are secrets in here,” I say. “I want them out.”He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

I didn’t want the clothes or the perfect shoes or the expensive anything. I didn’t want to be draped in silk. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not...

he says : ” please don’t shoot me for this ” and he kissed me .

And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can’t tell the difference, I’m never quite...

I made so many promises when I arrived here.Now I’m not so sure. Now I’m worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and...

I sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.””They’re called hormones.”I shoot him a dirty look. “I’m serious.””Me too.” He cocks his head at me. “That’s like, biological and shit. Scientific. Maybe your lady bits...

I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.

Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing...

we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple...

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i’d use to paint a million pictures.

Please,” he says. “I’m begging you to stop.”I still. “I can’t stomach your pain,” he says. “I can feel it so strongly and it’s making me crazy- please,” he says to me. “Don’t be sad....

I want you to be happy,” I tell him, my eyes searching his. ‘I want you to have a family. I want you to be surronded by people who care about you,” I say. ‘You...

The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.