Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

It’s funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

the wheel of fate crushes us all