Without trying, I seem to write about these poor boys who are absolutely mad for girls who are otherwise engaged in perilous endeavors.
Lauren DeStefanoThick black smoke disappears into the darkness of night, blotting out patches of stars. Somewhere up there, higher than his world and mine, is the place where all things go when they have stopped breathing. It is a place my brother visited. Up where it's quiet and calm, and prayers are able to drift up higher than words or wishes or wants.
Lauren DeStefanoMaybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.
Lauren DeStefanoIf you wake up in the morning with a pulse, your blunders from the day before are gone and you can do anything with today.
Lauren DeStefanoEvery star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
Lauren DeStefanoI stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?
Lauren DeStefanoTime was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.
Lauren DeStefanoHe knows that I'm not like the other girls--the normal ones--that a part of me is slipping off this floating city, and he doesn't care. He doesn't care.
Maybe we're both beyond saving.
When I die, my characters are going to spend forever pinging in the shadows and stars looking for brains to latch onto.
Lauren DeStefanoI thought for sure she was gone. But there was a little bit left in her, wasn't there? Just enough.
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