We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.

Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language.

here we were again , always saying good-bye