We talk about the shiny little nothings we see – people and cars and cathedrals, even la Tour Eiffel – but it’s not that we don’t have anything meaningful to say. The feeling is that we have everythin...
To: Anna Oliphant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So . . . Does that mean I can call you now?
One regular, clockworkorange88, said this: Sounds about right.
My voice grows even smaller. 'Because I thought no one could love me.' 'And why did you think that?''Because I didn't think I was worth loving.
La vida es muy corta para ser la misma persona todos los días.
La puerta se cierra y St. Clair grita: —¡Lola, Cricket quiere mostrarte su cosa tambiéeen! Ellos se ríen mientras el eco de sus pisadas se aleja por el pasillo.
It’s the beginning of everything.
It’s amazing how clothing affects how people see—or don’t see—you.
It's often suggested that as a culture, we're only interested in immediate gratification. Fast food. Self-checkout. Downloadable music, movies, books. Instant coffee, instant rebates, instant messagin...
I smile up at him. It's beautiful. But what comes next?The best part. And he pulls me back into his arms. The happily ever after.
I like being different.And I like that about you … But I like the real you best.
I get it' Dani said, suprising me. 'When you watch one of these old movies in a place like this, you're connected to everybody else who's ever watched it. You can practically feel them around you.'Lib...
I don't understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It's like we're incapable of normal human interaction.
His mouth is parted, and the sheets are kicked off. One of his hands rests on his stomach. His shirt has hiked up, and I can see his abdomen. My gaze is transfixed.Holy crap. I just slept with St. Cla...
He’s coming over, Lindsay says. What do you want me to do? Kick him in the balls? I’ve been dying to kick him in the balls.
He turns back to me. So did you enjoy the book?'I did. Discomfort lingers between us. Did you?St. Clair considers it for a moment. I like the author's name the best, he finally says, Ba-nah-na.
He punished the naughty and rewarded the nice. Just like someone else who wore a lot of red. Scramble the letters in S-A-N-T-A and you get S-A-T-A-N.
He pats his way around the the bed and slides back in. Ow, he says.yes?My belt. Would it be weird...I'm thankful he can't see me blush.Of course not. And I listen to the slap of leather, s he pulls it...
Hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.
Fairmont wasn’t a place where we’d usually spend the afternoon. It was full of overpriced boutiques, overpriced coffee, and Mossley Academy, which was full of overpriced assholes.