#tee

I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them to my sides. Saliva's filling my mouth at a ridiculous rate and i feel vomit at the back of my throat. I swallow hard and open my lips so I can get the stupid line out and go hide in the woods and-that's when i start crying. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#dystopia-fiction #paintings #teen-fiction #teen

We kissed all the way through the fireworks display. We didn’t even notice that there was a fireworks display… …I guess because we’d been making fireworks of our own. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#teen

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong. ↗

— Amanda Grace

#hurt #love #teen #ya #young-adult

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers. ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#teen #love

It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting... it was true love dying. It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#teen-angst #love

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#seventeen #sixteen #sweet #sweet-sixteen #teens

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #celibate #christian #christian-grey

People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline...The motion of the train makes her head rattle, but her eyes lock on the words the way a figure skater might choose a focal point as she spins, and just like that, she's grounded again. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#reading #teen #love

... If you never try to see [someone] for who they are, then you don't love them enough. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#love #love

You love m," I whisper. His eyes widen further and his mouth opens. He takes a huge breath as if winded. He looks tortured - vulnerable. "Yes," he whispers. "I do. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #love