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The whiskey burns as bright as his eyes . . . And I have the feeling that Hardin is made of
gasoline.
He loved her, though, he loved her so much that he was terrified of losing her—for losing her meant losing himself, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to bear such a loss after going his entire life without something to lose.
don’t know what it is about this novel that brings me to read and reread it so many damn times, but I always find myself skimming the pages of the dark tale. It’s fucked up, really—two people coming together, then falling part. Destroying themselves and everyone around them because they were too selfish and stubborn to get their shit together.
Sometimes I just want to drown out
the world around me, and music and reading are the only things that do that for me.
Everyone has their thing, and the...
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The question, so bold and raw, surprised him, and made him realize he was standing at the edge of a cliff. With one blow of the wind, he would tumble over.
sit down on my bed, and for the first time since I moved into the house, I wish I wasn’t alone in this room.
Only Tessa isn’t my favorite toy; she’s too shiny, too new for my dirty hands to play with.
For someone who thinks so highly of themselves, she sure does behave like a petulant child.
“Do you have any recommendations on where to take someone?” I ask him. My voice sounds odd as I rush the words. “As in a dead body?” He laughs into the phone. I smile. He’s a jackass. “No, not this time.”
He was about to win. He was ready to win. And then he realized he wasn’t ready for her at all.
I feel alive and brilliant, and when I look down at my love, she’s looking back at me with radiant admiration, and I know now that somehow, everything will be okay.
She’s been my calm, my fire, my breath, my pain, and no matter what we’ve gone through, every second was worth getting to the life we have now. I dragged Tess and myself through hell and back, but here we are—After everything, we made it to our own version of heaven.
