You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

I only have eyes for you.

Holden Caulfield is the embodiment of what we mean by the phrase “young adult” – too young to be a grown-up, but too wise to the world to be completely innocent. He’s caught in the in-between, and that in-between is what all young adult authors write about.