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...
Right now, with that lock of hair falling in his eyes, he's the brother I've missed, the one who once brought me stones from the sea, told me they were rajah's jewels. I want to tell him that I'm afra...
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 will believe anything it it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.
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...
No, I call. Come back.I'm here, he says.But I can't see. It's too bright.You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.
Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everyth...
It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else’s fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.
Could you look again, please? the woman asked in a clipped, slightly British accent. It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Ra...
But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
But isn’t that strange and wonderful unpredictability part of humanity? Aren’t all of our differences what already make us a great nation?
But as soon as the thought enters my mind, another one swims in and eats the first one like a shark. Fuck that, it burps.
Adina appealed to the sky. We asked for rescue and you sent us incompetent rockstar pirates with a broken ship and perfect abs?Thank you, God, Petra said.
A token of bathroom stoner etiquette.