Our kiss was electric and soft, and tentative and certain, terrifying and exactly right.
E. Lockheart, We Were Liars (via nocturnalbookworm)
Our kiss was electric and soft, and tentative and certain, terrifying and exactly right.
What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love?
He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.
They had the best educations, a thousand chances, a thousand connections, and still they’d ended up unable to support themselves. None of them did anything useful in the world.
Always do what you’re afraid to do.