#tee

To Love another unconditionally, is to make the ultimate sacrifice... ↗

— Whitney T. Hines

#love #romance #teen-fiction #vampire #love

Sometimes people with low self-esteem will try to punish you for caring about them. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#love #low-self-esteem #people #punishment #quotable

To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackels and four-poster beds with red satin sheets and boathouses and childhood bedrooms. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #ocinej #love

Then there was your voice Like a windup tin toy Like the sweetest nails on a chalkboard That I ever heard ↗

— Michelle Dalton

#teens #love

umm... abit gross it kinda about boyfriend and girlfriend kinda going throw then they break up then they love each other then they make up again and the girl father said u have to come home until 9pm but the girls want more time to be with her boyfriend :) ↗

— Jacqueline Wilson

#happy #teenage-stuff #love

i love you,mary",he says and that is when i let the tears come.The great heaving sobs of terror and pain that shake my body until i can do nothing but grab on to Travis to anchor me to this spot.He pulls me toward him and i curl around his body as I weep. I fall into darkness with his fingers trailing through my har, my cheeks still wet and my body heaving. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#the-forest-of-hands-and-teeth #love

Did I love what I was doing, or did I love myself in doing it? ↗

— C. Terry Warner

#motivation #self-esteem #love

Yes, but I don't think of the Teen Angel as of an age. ↗

— Frankie Avalon

#angel #i #teen #think #yes

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu’s left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. ↗

— Kunal Sen

#suicidal #teenager #love

So is this being in love? I stay with the moment, waiting to find out, the space between us fluctuating with uncertainty. The only thing I am sure of is that each time his lips leave mine they are right back again. ↗

— Kea Alwang

#kea-alwang #romance #science-fiction #teen #treehugger