This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.