Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.
I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.
If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.
Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us
Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..." Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.
I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.