You're a permanent fixture in my life. You're not going anywhere.
Why is it that the people you come to love are the ones that seem to hurt you the most?
We never touched, but I made love to your mind.
Promises from Connor Cobalt are like oaths spilled in blood.
You leave a trail of bodies with your glares.
Yeah, my father is an egotistical douchebag, he says roughly. My name literally means Jonathan empire.
You’re my favorite four-letter word. -Daisy to Ryke
Independence has nothing to do with whether or not someone chooses to be single or to be married, to have children or to not have children. Independence by definition is about self-governing. About ch...
There’s something about Lily that makes all the terrible parts of me seem irrelevant. That makes a bad day momentary and a good one infinite. It’s love like this that’s worth living for.
Ryke smiles back, like he’s proud of me. It’s yours, little brother. I believe in you.
Why are you so patient with me? I whisper. Because every part of me wants to take care of you.
I can hear our hearts breaking.A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heart...
How do you measure love? Is it by the things we’re willing to do? By the sacrifices we’re willing to make?
First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room.
Connor pinches her chin between his fingers, and he says, Vous êtes enceinte. You’re pregnant. I spit out my water. Just like that. One word. Enceinte. And my cover is blown.Fucking fuck
You love me, I breathe.He lets out a short laugh. You’re such a fucking girl.Say it again.He smiles, a full blown one that tingles my body all over. I fucking love you, sweetheart.
The things greater than us, Thora, they’re not impossible. It’s just fear talking, telling you that you when you can. I know you can.
Remember how when we were little? I whisper. You’d chase me around before midnight.You always ran out of breath.I wanted you to catch me.I thought so.Catch me, I whisper.I already have, he murmurs.
Loren Hale: father of a cute-as-hell little boy, discipliner (but not in a shitty, Jonathan Hale way), and husband to an adorable, pinchable blanket-lump.
I love all of you.