#pa

I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. I knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars from when he’d fallen once again replaced with wings—wings I, and every other human, couldn’t see. “Five dollars says you can’t do it again,” I said, coming up behind him. Patch looked back and grinned. “I don’t want your money, Angel.” “Hey now, kids, let’s keep this discussion PG-rated,” Rixon said. “All three remaining pins,” I challenged Patch. “What kind of prize are we talking about?” he asked. “Bloody hell,” Rixon said. “Can’t this wait until you’re alone?” Patch gave me a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table. “Aye, now you’re in trouble, lass,” Rixon shouted at me over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Patch. Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up. “You got lucky,” I said. “I’m about to get lucky. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #nora #patch #rixon #experience

I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

#pain #relationships #relationships

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#parting #sadness #separation #wolf #remember

You are never too old to become younger! ↗

— Mae West

#paradox #poetry #story #story-telling #youthfulness

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#story

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable, but her story and mine are different now. It wasn't easy for me to accept this simple truth, because there was a time when our stories were the same, but that was six years and two lifetimes ago. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#nicholas-sparks #story

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#suicide #story

In the end, people should be judged by their actions, since in the end, it was actions that defined everyone. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#judge #last-song #nicholas-sparks #action

I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire." His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #repartee #problems

Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.” “Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #dryer #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments