Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.
Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.
You already gave me forever, Aislinn. I'm asking for a chance at right now.
Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.
He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.
He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.