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
Kami GarciaI believe the term youโre searching for is smoking jacket. I find, now that I have whole days of sunshine ahead of me, Iโve discovered there is more to life than formal haberdashery.
Kami Garciawe love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers
Kami GarciaWhen you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
Kami Garcia