He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

i love purple and blue!!!!!

I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

You're strictly a tulip girl—a red tulip girl.

He pulls me into his arms, his touch calm and soothing, but unable to erase the truth. "I have to go," he finally whispers. "But Ever, if you want to love me, if you truly want to be with me, then you'll have to accept what we are. I'll understand if you can't.

No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?

Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.