Mackenzie Herbert

I know you're just trying to be kind. But the world isn't always kind. So sometimes you have to know what you're up against, and match it.' He held up a hand to stop the words about to be spoken; I could see the vague shape of it hovering in the blackness. 'I know it's not right to fight fire with fire. But sometimes, it's all we've got." His voice grew soft, and, in the darkness, his hand found mine, squeezed. 'Don't put your fire out, Kaitlyn. Use it, or pass the torch.

But that__ life right? It__ just a shitty hand of cards. But then maybe somebody pulls out an Ace, and somebody else gets a four, or a ten. It__ all in the draw and how you play it.

I wanted to say something to make her pain go away and make everything better. But, I realized that there was no answer. Bad things happen to good people. Rain always falls on the people who deserve nothing less than the sun.

And I decided I'd rather love too much than not at all.

And his eyes were fluttering shut, and his sinner__ smile- that wickedly wondrous thing- was less than an inch from mine. And soon enough, there was no space between them at all. He tasted like chances.

Strange, how we often hate the ones who save us and love the ones that are like poison.

Juliet and Romeo die at the end,' I said.'Do they really, though?' Monroe asked. 'I didn__ know that that matters, when they sure did live. It__ as simple as this, their secret. When you love somebody, you live, and you live goddamn well.

My heart had been touched by him, battered by him, cradled by him as the days passed. He was cruel without meaning to be yet he was kind, and I needed him too much to let myself want him