Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I’d be exponentially more messed...

He turned around, suddenly concerned. “Are you pregnant? Are you gay? I’d rather you were gay than pregnant. Unless you’re pregnant. Then we’ll deal. Whatever it is, we’ll deal. Are you pregnant?

Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…

He looked up at her and smiled crookedly, holding out a few sheets of paper. “Will you read this? i think maybe it sucks. or maybe it’s awesome. it’s probably awesome. Tell me it’s awesome,okay?...

,Kitten?-,Si?Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo.” Daemon Black, Opposition.

Because I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. “Cather…” Back up to his eyes.”You know that I’m falling in love with you, right?

You don’t have any friends, your sister dumped you, you’re a freak eater..and you’ve got some weird thing about Simon Snow.””I object to every single thing you just said.”Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing...

He ever offer to walk you home?””I’ve never asked,” Cath said quickly. “I’ve never asked you either.””That’s true,” Levi said.More quiet. More cold.The air stung Cath’s throat when she finally spoke again. “So maybe you...

You flirt with everything.” She could tell that her eyes were popping– her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. “You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you.

You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

If Levi were a dog, he’d be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he’d be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear