Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.

Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever.

here we were again , always saying good-bye

Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments - and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.

I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.