The good memories hurts more than the welts. And I wonder how a heart can hold so much pain when it is a fist of an organ. The Girl Who Fell by S. M. Parker
The Princess Saves Herself in this One by Amanda Lovelace I’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed. I’m much more scared of the boys with messy brown hair, sleepy eyes, and mouths that only know how to form half-truths. — my dragons
Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon he tastes like salted caramel and sunshine. he tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced, like hope and possibility and the future.
‘Cause you are scared to walk down your own street 😿
You’re devastated and worn out because of your past that still haunts your memory, and he saw you looking with glazed eyes at the stars in the midnight of December 21, yet, for him you shine the most. He doesn’t usually talk to anyone but he get enough nerve up and talked to you, you’re […]
“I’m planning it to be you and me exchanging vows.” —his words / ten for you
oh, let me into your heart 🌌