Not that my arms are getting tired or anything, but... how much longer is the hugging phase going to last?
Smash the right two particles together in the right way and you get a bomb. That's us, Dex. Accidental fusion.
That if I pretended hard enough nothing was waiting to claim me, nothing ever would.
Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack...
There are some moments you'd rather sleep through, pass from point A to point B without awareness of the time passing or the events that carry you from present to future. And it's mostly those moments...
I did it all mechanically. Mechanically, as in without thought, as in through force of habit, as in instinctively, automatically, involuntarily. Mechanically, as in like-a-machine.
You don't even realize you're living in a before until you wake up one day and find yourself in an after.
You could love something and still understand it had ruined your life.
Now I wonder, Nicki said. Didn't we all? What it would be like to be one of them, to have power, be seen, be heard, be dude rather than sluts, be jocks or geeks, or bros or nice guys, or boys will be...
Stevens, who knew that mouth could do more thana rgue? You're a true blue friend, a red-hot lady and all that other good yearbook shit. You've got a big heart and I've got an even bigger...you know. S...
There had to be consequences. Lacey was always right about that. Maybe freaks stayed freaks and losers stayed losers, maybe sad and weak was forever, but villains only stayed villains until someone st...
As last days go, mine sucked. The last day I would have chosen — the last day I deserved — would have involved more chocolate.
Sascha looked torn. Should she cram my head full of newfound terror that the world would reject me, or let me wander into the big, scary out-there, like a naive lamb prancing to the slaughter?
Rudeness was a sign of weakness. Grace stemmed from power, the power to accept anything and move on.
The chemicals were both highly flammable and highly toxic, and more than one inexpert bust had ended in conflagration.
Pick a pair of them, lost in each other, a matched set like a vision out of the past. Nobody special, two nobodies. Except that together, they're radioactive; together, they glow.
Org dreams are nothing but random neural firings, spurts of color and unprompted emotion. The story comes later, in that instant before waking, your muddled mind making sense of the chaos by stringing...
You’d think BioMax could have improved on the defective male brain. . . .
Nor did I need anyone's pity, but I would accept it with grace, because I have been well trained. Rudeness was a sign of weakness. Grace stemmed from power, the powere to accept anything and move on.
Never be sorry, never be frightened, never be careful - those were the rules of Lacey. Play by the rules, win the game: Never be alone.
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