If I say that you are mine, then I am yours.
You can’t doubt so much, Psyche
There are countless reasons for reading, but when you’re young and uncertain of your identity, of who you may be, one of the most compelling is the quest to discover yourself reflected in the pages of a book.
Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car.
James swerved to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before she killed herself trying to escape. As it was, she flung herself from the car, falling to her knees and scrambling to her feet. Then she ran. Took off like a bolt until she rounded the bend and disappeared from view.
‘Way to go, slick,’ AJ said snarkily, climbing into the front seat. ‘You ran her off.
It’s been a pleasure pleasing you.
Porque el cielo siempre es bonito. Incluso cuando está nublado y llueve, es maravilloso mirar al cielo. Es mi cosa preferida porque sé que si alguna vez me pierdo o estoy asustado, solo tengo que mirar hacia arriba y siempre estará ahí pase lo que pase… y que siempre será precioso.
There are tons of kids out there who endure chronic abuse and suffer in silence. They can’t trust anyone, they can’t tell anyone, and they have no idea how to get away from it.
On a nightstand in a teenager’s room, a glass vase filled with violets leans precariously against a wall. The only thing saving the vase from a thousand-piece death on the hardwood floor is the groove in the nightstand’s surface that catches the bottom of vase, and of course the wall itself. The violets, nearly a week old, droop in the light of a waning gibbous moon. Wrinkled petals are already piling up on the floor between the nightstand and the wall, and a girl only six days sixteen stares at the dying bouquet from her bed.
She was born of space.
But she bled wrath.
[From Current Work In Progress]
Hope was never meant to be
A future shared alone,
As life cannot be won or lost
It was never ours to own.