Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.

I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.

They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright

Tonight I want to stand on the side of a cliff and look down, dare the wind to gust and knock me off. Everyone thinks that falling to your death is the worst thing that can happen. But that’s a lie. The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

I've started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr. Heller's notes before sending them to me. If you'd have forwarded them to me without a translation, I'd be searching for a tall building/overpass/water tower from which to yell "goodbye cruel world.

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.