Tucker strokes my hair. There’s something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.

How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.

I’ll never forget the way he tastes. It’s not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say

You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…

What’s wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.’ He touched his head. ‘When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression...

I’m aware of the irony.

We’re all here. We’re close to the truck, and we met Kenton, a fine citizen of Salem. We rescued Izzy and found our way through a very sad darkness, dangers that we knew from Izzy’s...

Hot is really not an adequate enough word for this guy. He is crazy beautiful. And it’s more than his looks—the intentionally messy waves of his dark hair; the strong eyebrows that make his expression...

Wanting and wishing are very different

Christian Prescott is my boyfriend.”I dislike her already.

Now we just need to find someone who is close to the king but is really a spy for Mydogg.” “That should be easy. I could probably shoot an arrow out the window and hit...

As a serf, poor Christian has already been killed several times in our class. Aside from dying of the Black Plague on the first day, he’s starved to death, had his hands cut off for...

Everyone wants a little bit of something beautiful.

Once again, my hero. And here I’m supposed to be the one saving him.

CLARA: Kid’s day out. Getting us off the planet alive. Whatever you were doing with the Cybermen. Good night. See you next Wednesday.DOCTOR: Well, a Wednesday, definitely. Next Wednesday, last Wednesday(Clara leaves.)DOCTOR: One of the...

Saving you is the only thing that will bring me peace for all the wrong I have done. That is my truth

No, no. Not a genius. This is like what reading is like for you. You look at the squiggles and loops, and the puzzle opens until suddenly nothing means something, something more than the sum...

The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.