I'm not rich, smart, or talented. I can't run a mile in under ten minutes, I can't pass Algebra II, and couldn't afford my last electric bill. My face is asexual, sometimes I hit my head on ceiling fans, and my hair is so unruly it once smothered a hamster to death. So how, pray tell, did I end up at an all boys boarding school with a suitcase where my boobs should be?

Make me moments to remember and keep breathing for.

Maybe you fucked me up, love. Fucked me up real bad.

something different from eden.

In the months preceding his twentieth year, Ezra's dreams are haunted by skyships. His destiny encompasses far more than a cashier job at the E-Z Save, but first he must deal with the mermaid in his shower.

"If we are," Midge whispers, "promise we won't like each other?" Lizzie smiles. "I don't think I could like you." She says, and it's not an insult for all it sounds like one. The promise is important for a minute, and then it's forgotten. Although what "forgotten" means is debatable.

The lion in my heart has been tamed. Shield me from my shadows, just as I fight monsters while you lie in sleep.

Boy number One: I picked up the stuffed animal he gave me for valentine’s day. The one with the white teddy bear holding a heart that says, “I love you.” Yeah, right. I threw it right at his stupid head, hoping it would ruin his Zac Efron styled hair.

She is a noble who can't survive on her own. He is a fighter, born and bred to die in the arena. She becomes his weakness. He becomes the strength she never had. NaNo '08!

I've recently become aware of the fact that I no longer hate the number nine.