Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
I guess thatโs the beauty of books. When they finish they donโt really finish.
We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.