Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.
The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.
in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears.
One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.
They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.
whatever you love, that is your weakness