The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s...

I spent my life folded between the pages of books.In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by...

I’m wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.

Selfish needs, wants, and desires needed to be obliterated. Greed, overindulgence, and gluttony had to be expunged from human behavior. The solution was in self-control, in minimalism, in sparse living conditions; one simple and a...

Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?””What?” He looks mortally offended. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’s never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?

Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.

Nothing in this life will ever make sense to me but I can’t help but try to collect the change and hope it’s enough to pay for our mistakes.

Sometimes a book isn’t a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Sometimes it’s the only story you knew how to tell.

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

While a part of me wants to know, another part of me is too exhausted to ask.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,”...

Things are changing, but this time I’m not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I’ve made the right choice and fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident

I hear Warner laugh.I see him smile.It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and...

It sounds crazy, to think that I cared so much without ever talking to you.

I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.

And I understand, for the first time, that I have the power to destroy everything.

And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I’ll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.

Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then casual all in one lifetime.

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.

I love walking into a bookstore. It’s like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

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...