One outerpaddles aroundon his back, spinning a blue ballon his tummy.I could watch them for hours.Because they get it.They get that life is short and you should justforget the crapand have fun.
La vida es malacon todo lo bueno.Los tiburones mortalescon las hermosas estrellas de mar.Las olas gigantescon los castillos de arena.La ruidosa letracon el ritmo de la música.La enfermedad hepáticacon...
Its like i was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta.Alone we were good.Together we were fantastic.
I swear he is there,his arms outstretched,the waterfall beneath him,cascading into thecool bluewater below.Go on, Ava. It’s going to be great!It’s not a dare.Not this time.But it’s almost like I’m on...
I see you.The real you.The you who fillips a coin, hoping to understandhow fate works:this choice or that choice,ultimately leaving youno choice at all.The you who smilesand tries to be happybecause t...
Don't get your hopes up.I needed someone today.Darkness said you'd do.
Cling tightly to hope, just as you have in the past, my dear. Evil can't rule forever. I truly believe that.
When you meet someone so different from yourself, In a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time
We have a lot of questions, and we want to understand.Music helps with that .Music helps with everything.
I’ve heard walking down a busy sidewalk in New York is like swimming in a sea of people. I love to swim and I love people, so of course I would love New York! —
I spend the day by myself, just walking. Walking around townlooking in windowsfilled with pretty things. They call itwindow shopping. I call it window dreaming. Dreaming of being the mannequin smi...
Hidden, there,behind the faceof a beautiful boy,I see you.The real you.
Anticipation is the best alarm there is, and it shookme awake before my phone even had the chance.
After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.
Sometimes, love is loud.Sometimes, love is quiet.-Amber
Muchas vecescuando leo un libro,quiero saborearcada palabra,cada frase,cada página,amando tanto la prosa,que no quieroque termine.En otras ocasionesla historia me atrae,y no puedoleer lo suficientemen...
And years from now,you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.