Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.
She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.
The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?
A little manic was what their house ran on.
I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.
You look like a protagonist.