Em didn't truly understand about my panic attacks - no one did. But she'd never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak.

Nash has been the sun lighting up the horizon of my life, outshining everything else in my world. I'd thought once that he was to good to be true. Turns out I was right.

You think I need to be rescued?" "I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get banged up.

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.

My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.