The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.
Jessica SorensenI fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.
Jessica SorensenI often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?
Jessica SorensenDon't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.
Jessica SorensenThat okay. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep."
Her fingers wrap around my arm. "You don't have to go anywhere. I feel safe with you.
Mots clés safe callie-and-kayden
Will be ridiculously cute in exchange for a loving home, food, water and a little cuddle time.
Jessica SorensenOkay, I'll take the pink one with the torn ear.'
The guy behind the counter scratches his neck. "Are you being serious?"
Her face is stoic. 'Absolutely. I never kid about teddy bears.
Mots clés humerous teddy-bear seth callie carnival kayden
I like the sober Callie, the one that I can talk to. The one that is so sweet it's fucking adorable. The one that trembles use from the feel of my breath. The one that I want to kiss and touch so fucking badly it drives me crazy. The one that makes me feel things...
Jessica SorensenI sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive.
Jessica SorensenMots clés life depressing
I just don’t see the point of talking unless there’s something to say.
Jessica SorensenMots clés ember jessica-sorensen
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