What if my name was Daniel, Lucas, Noah. Lucas Harris, That doesn't sound right. I think I'll stick with Nate.
A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.
They lit her wings with the flames, but she raised to the sky soaring over the clouds until the whole sky caught fire. She flew staring at the destruction with her cold eyes, while the clouds came dow...
I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand...
Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.
I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.
You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.
It is very easy to love alone.
What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.
Piper gave Lit a friendly sorry-about-that smile. Even with her hair messed up and wearing two-day-old clothes, she looked extremely cute, and Jason felt a little jealous she was giving Lit that smile...