Monday, June 24, 2013

Oh my gosh, this is happening.

"She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain."

"Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner.
Because the world does not deserve them."

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