He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.
Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.
When everything seems like its changed…its because things have." Ethan Wate in Beautiful Creatures.
Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.
The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.
It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.
There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.
Summer School: Never stop learnin' if you want to stop earnin'. I'm reasonably sure there G's in learning and earning.
The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.
Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.
So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?
When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?
Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right."
You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?
I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.
I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.
She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.
You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot.
I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena
The way she told it, she was such a criminal even the most God-fearing church ladies got bored of reporting on her; she did the marketing on Sunday, dropped by any church she liked or none at all, was a feminist (which Mrs. Asher sometimes confused with communist), a Democrat (which Mrs. Lincoln pointed out practically had "demon" in the word itself), and, worst of all, a vegetarian (which ruled out any dinner invitations from Mrs. Snow).
There are no coincidences.
I don’t think Kitchen makes this. What’s it called again?" "Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned. "What’s the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely. "What they put in it.
I believe the term you’re searching for is smoking jacket. I find, now that I have whole days of sunshine ahead of me, I’ve discovered there is more to life than formal haberdashery.
Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?
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