I'm reading more than ever. I used to find it tedious, but now it's like my little friend - it takes my mind off things.
God? Nope. " requel's smile told me she was joking around to make this easier for me "santa clause? No again.
You should go. " "I can't. " "Because you want to stare at the monster?" Alec's green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. "Or because you pity me?" I couldn't guess which possibility he loathes more. I fold my arms. "I can't leave because the door's locked. Believe me, I would've gone hours ago if I could have. " "Oh. Of course. " Then he looks so abashed--so boyish, and so handsome--that I almost want to laugh.
Even if that were true, it wouldn't be irony," Lucas pointed out. "Irony is the contrast between what's said and what happens.
Either this guy really liked me, or I was inventing things in my head because I wanted him to like me. I was much too inexperienced to guess which.
In my opinion, all boyfriends should turn out to be secretly wealthy.
The library would've cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that had gone dark with age and wear.
Then as I got older, I always gravitated towards the hard stuff, Born To Be Wild, then Black Sabbath
Truth is like most opinions - best unexpressed.
This is one of those instances in which the individual genius is found to consent, as indeed it always does, at last, with the universal.
Why did the Lord give use so much quickness unless it was to avoid responsibility?