Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.