hopeless

i always get myselfinto this messi always let himtell me i am beautifuland half believe iti always jump thinkinghe will catch me at the falli am hopelessly a lover anda dreamer and that will bethe death of me

All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you'll be quite a lot!

More than two dozen kids lined a low railing around the gazebo. They were all tied to it by a rope leash that gave them no more than a few feet of movement. Neck to rail, like tethered horses. Each of the kids was weighed down by a concrete block that encased their hands. Their eyes were hollow, their cheeks caved in.Astrid used a word that Sam had never imagined coming from her.__ice language,_ Drake said with a smirk. __nd in front of the Pe-tard, too.__ cafeteria tray had been placed in front of each of the prisoners. It must have been a very recent delivery because some were still licking their trays, hunched over, faces down, tongues out, licking like dogs.__t__ the circle of freaks,_ Drake said proudly, waving a hand like a showman.In a crusty old wheelbarrow to one side, three kids were using a short-handled shovel to mix cement. It made a heavy sloshing sound. They dumped a shovelful of gravel into the mix and stirred it like lumpy gravy.__h, no,_ Lana said, backing away, but one of the Coates kids smashed her behind the knee with his baseball bat, and she crumpled.__otta do something with unhelpful freaks,_ Drake said. __an__ have you people running around loose._ He must have seen Sam start to react because he stuck his gun against Astrid__ head. __our call, Sam. You so much as flinch and we__l get to see what a genius brain really looks like.___ey, I got no powers, man,_ Quinn said.__his is sick, Drake. Like you__e sick,_ Astrid said. __ can__ even reason with you because you__e just too damaged, too hopelessly messed up.___hut up.

Your name. That__ all I want._ I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going to help him in his stalking endeavours.

It__ killing me, baby,_ he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. __t__ killing me because I don__ want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I__ not ready to tell you I__ in love with you, because I__ not. Not yet. But whatever this is I__ feeling__t__ so much more than just like. It__ so much more. And for the past few weeks I__e been trying to figure it out. I__e been trying to figure out why there isn__ some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn__ a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.

I stop stretching and face him, unwilling to back down from this visual standoff. I'm not going to let him perform his little Jedi mind tricks on me, no matter how much I wish I could perform them on him. He__ completely unreadable and even more unpredictable. It pisses me off.

The sky is always beautiful. Even when it__ dark or rainy or cloudy, it__ still beautiful to look at. It__ my favorite thing because I know if I ever get lost or lonely or scared, I just have to look up and it__l be there no matter what...and I know it__l always be beautiful.

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can__ think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we__l do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky

Never lose hope; until your bones are rotten, never give up. Once the final whistle did not blow up, keep running hard!

I'm inlove with him. Completely. Absolutely. Tragically.

{...} Is he always this angry? Is he always so charming when he isn't busy being angry? I hate that he is either one way or the other and never in between. It would be nice to see a laid-back, calm side to him. I wonder if he even has an in between. I wonder...because that's all i can do Silently wonder about the hopeless boy who somehow burrowed himself into the forefront of my thoughts and go the hell away.

I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing pathetically. The weakness in her tears infuriates me.

Tears won__ help me right now. They__l just make me weaker.

The pessimist reason that things just happen, where the optimist believe that things happen for a reason.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he__ sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

I ran up the stairs, shedding pieces of my suit as I went, determined for a shower, resolute in washing away what I__ just done, who I really was but I was certain there was nothing that could cleanse me, to launder my poisoned blood. This was who I was. Hopeless personified.

He never looks away, searching my eyes for truth. His reaction has left my heart pounding, shocked at how quick he was to dismiss any fault I may have had. I wish he was just as quick to dismiss his own faults, but he isn't.

How your heart can possibly find a way to love and trust a man again proves that I've fallen in love with the bravest woman I've ever known. I know how much courage it took for you to allow me in after what your father did to you. And I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. Thank you so much for loving me, Linden Sky Hope.