We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit.
We’ll have to make the chumps believe it. Moonlight strolls. Staring into each other’s eyes. Sharing the same straw in our egg cream. Dreadful pet names.Not Lamb Chop, Evie protested. That’s hideous.Y...
We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of hones...
Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those oth...
This is what they have in place of freedom—time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite...
This is going to make such a great story: How I nursed a pirate back to health and my love saved him, Miss Ohio said with a contented sigh. And then we can have our own reality show about our relation...
The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in s...
The truth was, she was afraid that when she fell hard for a boy, she’d lose herself along the way. She’d seen it happen to lots of girls. They’d go from drinking gin, driving fast cars, and boldly shi...
The key holds the truth
The gasps catch from girl to girl like a brush fire.
The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, Need anything? 'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'No. Thanks. I'm good.
Sometimes when Sam's pretending to be in love with me, my stomach does funny things.Well, get some milk of magnesia and stop it.
Some mornings, she’d wake and vow, . But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She’d say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She’d take a dare she shouldn’t, just to be notice...
She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.
She holds and I do not break away, and that is something after all. We lie there, tethered to each other by the fragile promise of our fingers while the night grows bolder. Unafraid, it opens its mout...
Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in which a girl might take an active role when she feels good and ready and not one minute before. No. Sexual desire is meant t...
Pero el perdón...Me aferraré a esa frágil porción de esperanza y la mantendré cerca de mi, recordando que en cada uno de nosotros hay cosas buenas y malas, luz y oscuridad, arte y dolor, elecciones y...
People will disappoint you, Gemma. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on.
People are… Mabel wheezed. Mostly good, you… Wheeze. Know? Mostly. She tried to take a breath. It was hard. Like breathing through layers of gauze. Where were her parents? She loved them so. Mostly. I...