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They should learn to warn others about the children who are left to cultivate with the absence of light. When you take away their luster, the darkness doesn’t just become a part of them, they become the darkness.
To an extent, he was right. We're all thieves. We steal air from the atmosphere so that we can breathe. We steal happiness. We steal lighters. There is no such thing as, “Hey man, can I just borrow your lighter?” If you believe they are going to give it back, well, you’re just an idiot with one less lighter. But most of us, all of us really, steal time.
he tucked tail and ran far away from his family.
And every time I throw these punches, every single time I’m hurting someone else, it’s them I’m picturing…the people who gave me my last name, and all the ones attached to it. The ones who made me nothing but a spare.
“She was mine. And now, you’re going to see what happens when someone fucks with things that belong to me,”
we’ll watch the whole town burn for that mistake. For Rose.”
What is it about love that makes people want to die if they can’t have it?
“Love is real. A tangible thing you can run your fingers over, warm and safe. Obsession is living a fantasy in your head, over and over again. Obsession is living in a nightmare, but never wanting to wake up.”
“Thatcher Pierson. Death manifested into one perfectly-made human.” Lyra breathes the same way she does when she’s admiring one of her dead bugs. With excitement.
“Capable of choking you with his bare hands and not feeling anything in his cold, dark heart. He is incapable of feeling anything. Which is why it’s believed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His father was Ponderosa Springs’s one and only serial killer.”
I find it almost unfair that the boys stitched together with dark magic and cruel intentions always have the prettiest eyes.
My little red riding hood running from the big bad wolf. Our story is inevitable.
when you face the panic head-on, fear can become the best aphrodisiac in the world. It's called the flood. A boost of endorphins through your system. Making your skin tingle and heart race. It's why there are adrenaline junkies in the world. Because they enjoy being scared. The rush of death. Something we all have a taste for in one form or another.
Family wasn’t who you were born with. It was who you’d bleed for.
“I think there are two types of women, those who seek comfort and those who seek love.”
“For me, love shouldn’t be comfortable. Love should make you uncomfortable, it should challenge you, it should push your limits, make you grow as person and all of those things you have to be out of your comfort zone to do. So, I don’t think you can have both, no.”
“Can’t have you forgetting who you belong to. I told you Briar,” he breathes, “you’re mine.”
I stopped feeling sorry for myself after I met the boys. When I was shown that family isn’t who you’re born with. It’s who you’d kill for. That even though my parents and brother are like living with actual demons, I still had the guys. We were six and at a country club summer bash with our families. That’s the first time I met them. When I found Rook and Silas trying to set off a small firework, while Thatcher distracted anyone who walked by. Three boys who all came from wealth but were still searching for the chaos in life. Needing the anarchy to cope with the horrors at home, in their
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By all accounts she’s right. I don’t know what it’s like to be poor. I have always had money, I’ve always had food in the house when I was hungry. I had the basic necessities of life and then some. But what she doesn’t know, what she doesn’t deserve to know with her snotty, woe is me attitude, is that when I was a kid, I begged to trade all the money I had for parents who loved me. For a family who cared. I would have rather been starved and loved, than starving for love.
“You can’t say that. There had to be something good before, parents don’t just despise their children from birth, Alistair. There has to be a reason.”
Naive. That’s what she is. Even her, a girl who grew up with nothing thinking she’d possibly seen every bad thing the world could offer, was still naive to the cruelty of human beings. That’s what I want to tell her. Not everyone has a reason for doing shitty things. They are just fucked up people in the world because they can be.
when we were kids, maybe eight or nine years old, that his dad had taken after we’d spent the day shooting each other with nerf guns. Rook’s hair is still long, our faces have aged, but it’s still us. There wasn’t a happy memory in my brain that they weren’t a part of. There was no good without them, even through all the bad.
“What baby? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you,”
Your whole life they depict these for you, so that when you develop a mind of your own you will be able to see the difference. You will see someone and know whether their intentions are sinister or pure.
“And right now, I could stay here for a lifetime just feeling your heartbeat. I’m not sure what I can give you, but whatever is left of me, whatever I have, it’s yours, for as long as you want it.”
“Whatever you have to give, I want all of it. All the dark, all the scary. I want it. Forever.” Just like that, the shadow child learned that you don’t have to step into the light to find happiness. You just need to find the person willing to step into the gray area. “It’s yours. Every warped part of me. It’s yours, Little Thief. I hope you like playing in the shadows, we will be staying here for a while.”
Be brave for me okay, baby?”
“Mine,” I groan, as I look into the mirror, making eye contact with her. “Yours,” she mumbles.
Two hearts destined to be alone found one another, joined hands and kept beating. Together.
