Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
Sofia was miffed. And if American girls make being miffed a sweet-and-sour emotion, European girls always manage to add an undercurrent of murder to it.
So what do you have to confess now?I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this.What is 'this'?Being open. Being hurt. Li...
So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.
So there we were. Once upon a time, during the storybook version of dating we’d gone through, I’d pretended that it was possible to love her when I only mildly liked her. Now I had no desire to preten...
So much is happening and yet nothing at all.
She was laughing at something Dov was saying to her, but she was looking at me, like he was the distraction and I was the conversation.
She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.'My eyes popped open to se...
Say you're bored. Or you can't sleep. Maybe your mom is yelling at you, or the boy/ girl you like doesn't like you back in the same way, or you're too fat to even consider going to prom. Or the closet...
Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean. I still felt fondness for her—fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia...
Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.
Nick is right, the Olsen twins do have a worrisome co-dependent relationship. I understand those bitches, though, I really do.
Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood, or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.
Just because a person is beautiful doesn’t mean there’s no soul beneath. Doesn
Jede Nacht ist für mich ein Song. Jeder Augenblick ist für mich ein Song. Aber diesmal ist alles anders. Und gleichzeitig spüre ich, dass das Leben von uns nicht nur in einem einzigen Song gelebt wird...
I’d always hoped but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it had happened. The notebook had made it so.
It’s always the ones who believe who are hurt the most when things go wrong. She
I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.
I want to be the girl Zhara once was. Hellbeast Maybe I am, already. I go to Astrid's drawer. I take: her knife. In the siding of the drawer, I notice her scrawl carved into the wood. She wrote: To op...
I think it’s time to experience life outside the notebook.