new-adult

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its master. It moves to my tongue when it wants me to spew beautiful, damaging words, it moves to my hands when it wants me to feel all it can take away, and it moves to my eyes to blind me from truly seeing the destruction I__e done.

Pain, sorrow, anger, these are all powerful emotions. Allowed to rule and left unchecked, they would destroy you. However, through training and willpower you can choose to harness those feelings and use them for something great.

Before I could respond, I looked out the window again and as if in response to my thoughts, I saw Cooper walking up my driveway. My jaw dropped. I peeked around the kitchen doorframe. Mom was still lost to the television. I turned and looked out the window to make sure I wasn__ hallucinating. No, it was really him. And he had a horse walking beside him. How clichéd could it get?

All because I fell in love with a madman.

I mean, that was the code, wasn__ it? Single girls and taken guys weren__ allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

One second she__ all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

I need to make myself strong on the inside instead of what is on the outside. I know all of this, but why can__ I put any of it into action? I guess that__ why I am in this place.

Maybe we choose to stay in a constant state of ignorance as a protective instinct _ maybe I was just in denial. I just don__ get how you can be completely in love with someone one day, and then all of a sudden you just aren__. I will never forget that day...the day where I became numb.

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

You know there__ this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I__ grab Dex__ shirt without ever touching him. You know there__ a three-inch-thick glass wall separating us.Now we know, too.

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm__y arm that__ rigid from pleasure, from her touch__n her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she__ right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.

You can't make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn't like it. Life isn't perfect.

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. __ou drink, and your thirst increases,_ it says. Time, I__ sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

There were many tomorrows to be lived through his children. He could only hope that they would face them more courageously than he had, that his mistakes would serve as warning signs rather than crutches to lean on.

Time had taught him that whether his sins were pardoned or left unforgiven, they would remain committed. Tomorrow he would hopefully choose wiser, with a stronger measure of compassion.

On occasion we stumble upon what seems to be a truth. Compared to the surrounding blackness, it sparkles and dazzles our eyes. But are these actually truths? Are our eyes really feasting upon light? Or just patches of grey?

He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that they were empty.