~Vuoi, per favore, dirmi che mi ami? Sto morendo, qui~
Looking for tail. Tail? Oh mon Dieu. I can’t believe she’s
El comportamiento humano no es razonable. Ni predecible. Ni siquiera satisfactorio.
Dickpunch.
And I can no longer remember my name or my country, or even my place in the universe.
You aren't like your mom.I am.But I don't want to be like that anymore,I want what want. He turns to me again,his face anxious. I told my father's friends that I'm studying at Berkeley next year.It w...
Would you rather be great at something you like, or just okay at something you love?
Why didn't you guys dress up? Lindsey asks.We did. Calliope cracks her first smile. we're dressed as twins.Lindsey grins back. Hmm, I see it now. Fraternal or identical?You'd be surprised how many peo...
What are you doing? He flops down next to me. Checking your email?St. Clair snorts. Give the lad a medal for his brilliant skills in detection.
Well,Anna.It's Matt or the minivan. I'm not making the choice for you.I choose my ex.We used to be good friends,so I'm sort of looking forward to seeing him again. And maybe Cherrie isn't as bad as I...
Watch it. Josh bites into a pink apple and talks through a full mouth. He has parts down there you don't have.Ooo, parts, I say. Intriguing. Tell me more.Josh smiles sadly. Sorry. Privileged informati...
Thanks. I forgot how to flip off the English. I'll use the correct hand gesture next time.My pleasure. Always happy to educate.
Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who talked to the moon. And she was mysterious and she was perfect, in that way that girls who talk to moons are. In the house next door, there lived a boy. And the...
Lola: You know that thing you said about someone being perfect for someone else?Cricket: Yeah?Lola: I think you're perfect, too. Perfect for me. And ... you look amazing tonight. You always do.Cricket...
It's easy to talk about things we hate, but sometimes it's hard to explain exactly why we like something.
It was bad enough that she’d basically skipped Hanukkah this year, but to spend the last night of the Jewish holiday serenading the birth of Jesus.… Just. No.
Is it possible that I'm worthy of being loved by someone whom I love?
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person.
I've taken you this far. I can take you that much farther.