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269 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 12, 2015



You don't pay to look at art.
You pay to keep a piece of it.

You can be sure
That it will only get better ..►♫

"Beautiful," I say. "Absolutely stunning."
"My tits?"
"I meant your dancing, but yeah... those, too."
I thought I would never experience
a moment more satisfying than last night,
but wow... these pancakes. Best ever."
"I'm not sure whether to beflatteredor offended.

You and me together
Through the days and nights ..►♫

I feel like I'm in an entirely different world when
I'm with you, a world
I neverknew existedbefore... like
I never knew it could be this way, that
I could be this way."

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“...they say van Gough used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would bring some happiness inside of him. They claim he was mad, that it was proof he'd gone crazy, but I don't believe it.
I think, if he did it, it was just desperation.
Because looking at her, I know she's my yellow. She's the happiness inside of me.”








"Who's Matt Smith?"
"The Doctor."
"Whose doctor?"
... "More like Doctor Who, dumbass. Seriously, do you know nothing?"




















The world had been streaked with vibrant color everywhere I looked, until the day I turned around and it all caught up to me.

"I have a yolo!" she exclaims. "I can do walks my dog with it and go 'round the world!"
Brow furrowing, I stare at her. "What?"
"My yolo," she says. "I got it for Christmas.
I laugh when it dawns on me what she's saying. "That's a yo-yo, not a yolo."
"I remember what it felt like whenever I saw my work on display. It's different. It's original. It's a piece of you out in the world for everyone to see."


"People still judge a book by its cover. Avery. And your story? It's beautiful. You're beautiful. but I'm nothing but a ripped out page, graffiti where some should never be. Don't taint your story with me."

"She's beautiful. I still can't put my finger on it. She's bright. And warm. And yellow. She's yellow."



AMAZON"People still judge a book by its cover, Avery. And your story? It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. But I’m nothing but a ripped out page, graffiti where some should never be."

“And besides, books are nothing more than paper and ink, anyway. They’re like, dead trees all covered in tattoos, and I happen to think that’s beautiful.”
"Rhys the fourth was destined to be a great painter, like da Vinci or Michelangelo. But Reece?... He’s what my mother calls a colouring book crook...meaning my art looks like I ripped off a five year old."
“People still judge a book by its cover, Avery. And your story? It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. But I’m nothing but a ripped out page, graffiti where some should never be. Don’t taint your story with me.”
“Our lives are too different. You might like dabbing your feet in my lake and running around naked on my shores, but you aren’t ready to swim in my waters, Avery, because you’ll effing drown.”
“And all that you just said? About why you did it? I don’t believe it for a moment. The guy I met wasn’t stupid. And he was an artist...That guy just got lost somewhere.”
“Besides, I did nothing but add some characters. You were already a masterpiece.”