teen

It__ funny how life moves in a complete circle sometimes. There might be lots of bumps in the road and maybe even a few cliffs, but it__ a journey, and sometimes it can bring you to the most wonderful places.

You are a blue rose, Letti. It__ almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you.

Please your mother: just lie around upstairs and smoke some pot. Be a revolutionary.

I suppose you'll not let me rest until I admit that I like your company?""You're getting to know me well...""Very well, I'll admit. You're slightly more than tolerable.

I could feel his hand on my waist, his arms around me, feel the rise and fall of his chest next to mine as I held my breath, and wished the sun would drop out of the sky.

I mean, I really liked him to the point where being around him was sort of wonderful and painful all at the same time, you know?

Dude,_ he said instead, ____ flattered as hell._ And then he kicked my foot, lightly, twice. He was smiling.He couldn__ see the chasm that had opened behind my ribs.

If a fight looks like a lot of fun, you should be suspicious. 'If you ain't scared of standing up for what's right, you ain't standing up for much.

I'm still not totally sure I know what's true about me.

She kissed me on the cheek, and my mom sang Theresa__ name from the open front door. She loves Theresa. I think she loves me more when I__ with her.

It was duck apocalypse!

I've always wanted to wake up one day in a world where I liked the right people, and they lied me in return. I worry it'll never happen.

Being a Queen will Always be in Style!

I do like the way people behave toward me and Theresa when we__e together-everyone__ voice changes to music, and we get all sorts of smiles.

Inside my chest, my lungs are wild animals, clawing at the cage."Oh, man," Autumn mumbles from beside me. "His smile makes me stupid."Her words are a dim echo of my own thoughts: His smile ruins me. The feeling makes me uneasy, a dramatic lurch that tells me I need to have him or I won't be okay.

I showed him the Post-it. __ou see They__e from Lily.___ho__ Lily?___ome girl.___oh... a girl!___oomer, we__e not in third grade anymore. You don__ say, __oh... a girl!____hat? You fucking her?___kay, Boomer, you__e right. I liked __oh... a girl!_ much more than that. Let__ stick with __oh... a girl!

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series)

He was gorgeous. Every feature on his face perfect, dark and inviting. The boy could be his own photo shoot." Kasey Reese - Men of the Cave