It’s hurting my soul

I’m a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you’re pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.

My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.

Whoa," Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. "That was..." "Really hot," Jacob finished. "I thought you two were going to rip off each other's clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.

Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.

I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.

Two people see each across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn't need time to figure it. The soul always knows... whether it's right or wrong.