Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am.-from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter

No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.

You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.

Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?