Marigold searched between the trees—free organic hot apple cider clutched between her hands, she was not immune to its lure—and strained her ears over the sounds of laughing children and roaring chain...
Madame Guillotine gets mad at me. Not because I told them to shove it, but because I didn’t say it in French. What is wrong with this school?
Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real life magic are enough.
It's strange. Home. How I could wish for it so long, only to come back and find it gone.
It's all happening at once, but everything I do seems to be wrong
In the history of terrible holidays, this ranks as the worst ever. Worse than the Fourth of July when Granddad showed up to see the fireworks in a kilt and insisted on singing Flower of Scotland inste...
If I never leave those areas of my life that feel comfortable, I'll never have a chance at a greater happiness.
If I looked at this dress as one massive thing, it would be too overwhelming. No one could create such a gown. But by breaking it down into tiny, individual steps, it becomes something I can achieve.
I'm beginning to think that maybe it's okay to be a blank canvas. Maybe it's okay that my future is unknown. And maybe, it's okay to be inspired by the people who do know their future.
I slowly, slowly remove it. No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have m...
I slide my hand between our mouths, just in time. His lipsare soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it. No, Idon’t love Max anymore. But I don’t want to give you thisbroken, empty me. I want y...
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
I know he is smiling, and my heart races.
I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a...
I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.
I chuck my bag into his lap,perhaps a little too hard.St. Clair and jerks forward.Watch it. Josh bites into a pink apple and talks through a full moouth. He has parts down there you don't have.Ooo,pa...
I am here. You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I am here.
I hard on myself. But isn’t it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn’t it better to break it yourself?
How did my parents live before texting? Before the internet? I’m used to knowing things and all of this unknowing is driving me mad.
Here’s the thing about Cricket Bell. You can’t NOT notice him when he walks into a room. The first thing that registers is his height, but it’s quickly followed by recognition of his energy. He moves...