The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.

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

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

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!

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.