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but what does it even matter if my intentions are never good? my road to hell isn't paved with good intentions- or bad -it's just my road.
Öğrenci
Yitik Ev
16 Haziran
555 okur puanı
Eylül 2016 tarihinde katıldı
Okuma Hedefleri
take me back
It would have been precious, with or without me. But it was everything I wanted, because I chose it to be mine.
Sayfa 173 - don't forget.
take me back
Here it was, just as I’d hoped. But I was living in a haunted place. I understood the ghosts now, but what else might I discover? So many ways, still, to be hurt. How was I to know what was right?
Sayfa 182 - mila
take me back
I stood before the mirror, expecting to see bruises on my shoulders. But my skin was only my skin. No evidence of heartbreak.
Sayfa 171
Okur Takip Önerileri
take me back
“What do we do now?” I asked her.
I was surprised, at first, by her sadness. I had thought she felt only delight—but sadness, of course, was a feeling all of us have always known. Was a feeling I had known, even before everything else.
Sayfa 154 - i had known even before everything else.
take me back
I was the faded one, and she was still vibrant and young, full of abandon and light.
But also: I was the one with a heartbeat, with a body that made me stop and rest, with time that would someday run out. Of the two of us, I was the one with a responsibility to the world, so I needed to wake myself up.
Sayfa 154
The Waves
I knew that. And I knew that the rage rising within me was out of my control. It would choke out all the remaining light. I was rotten, I was wretched, I was bad. How stupid to think I could ever be good.
Sayfa 144 - - mila
a day & a night
I saw the good and the breathtaking and the bad and the rotten. I saw all of it. But a voice, even then, was whispering that it was one. No parsing to be done. Revelation and obscurity, terror and power, beauty and revulsion, joy and shame—all of it together in its tangle. Horrible and lovely. Mine always to keep.
Sayfa 138
a day & a night
I could wake him. Morning would come.
He would rise and devour us again.
Lies and tricks. The way he took her from me and kept taking and taking. My ghost—he took her, too. And he hurt us on purpose. And he poisoned everything good—the California poppies, the hours my mother spent with me, even the story of us.
Sayfa 135 - üzgünüm mila.
the field
I allowed myself to close my eyes. Soon, I drifted to sleep. No nightmares, no visions of men come to haunt me or scared little boys rocking forward and back. No sickness over the things I had or had not done. Only assurances that I was good, that I did what I should have, that Lee was all right now—all those sweet words whispered into my ears.
Sayfa 109
good things take time
“When I was young,” I said, “I did a horrible thing. And I’m afraid that it’s followed me here.”
I thought it might ruin everything, just speaking those words. Letting them know that I was not perfect. I was not good. They’d realize they were mistaken to have ever thought I was someone to befriend.
Sayfa 102
celebration
I wanted a kind of logic. A reason. An assurance that things worked the way they were supposed to. Creatures lived and they died and sometimes they returned in a different form. Sometimes they haunted the living, and sometimes they let us be.
Sayfa 85
celebration
I felt like a girl from a novel or a movie. I felt like a girl from a different time. And all the while I told myself, Remember this feeling. How perfect this is.
Sayfa 80
lessons
Tiny bright stars studded the black sky, more of them and brighter than I’d ever seen.
Boom, boom, boom beat my heart.
I was not afraid of anything.
Sayfa 76