Penelope Douglas

I__e wanted everything in my life to change for so long, and when it__ finally about to, my urge to escape slows down. I think that__ why people stay unhappy for so long, you know? Miserable or not, it__ easier to stick with what__ familiar. Do you notice that, too? How all of us just want to get through life as quickly and as easily as possible? And even though we know that without risk there__ no reward, we__e still so scared to chance it?

I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she's going to drag me there herself.

Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me. Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.

The question is, would you rather keep your secrets or keep her?

I can__ change the past, Tate. I wish I could, because I__ go back and relive every day that I existed without you, and I__ make sure that you smiled._ My eyes burned with regret, and I saw the pools in her beautiful blues, too. __very minute of my future belongs to you.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

I read once that the best thing that can happen to a woman is to get her heart broken. Before that, she has no real sense of herself. No real sense of pain, because only in love does she know what it__ like to find the one thing that gives her breath and then to lose it. After that she knows she can survive. No matter what relationships come and go, she can count on herself to pull through, and although it hurts, the break is necessary.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

The world isn__ always what__ right in front of you, you know? It__ below, it__ above, it__ out there somewhere. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. Sometimes we just need to change our perspective. And when I look down at everything, I remember that there__ more out there than just what__ going on in my house__he bullshit with my dad, school, my future. I look at all those full houses, and I remember, I__ just one of many. It__ not to say we__e not special or important, but it__ comforting, I guess. You don__ feel so alone.

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.