Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I'm quite certain that no one will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.

Don't cry pretty girl. Who you are is why you're so good at everything. You won't let yourself be otherwise. And thats what fascinates me." Duke- Lament

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream