I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes and the stars though his soul" - Victor Hugo
Alex FlinnIt's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.
Alex FlinnTag: truth pretend teenagers breathing-underwater
I can't go on like this
Alex FlinnTag: frustration anger depressions
By the time Vizzini fell over, dead, I'd finished my popcorn and put the bag down. I wanted some more. It seemed like the beast was always hungry. I wondered, if I was transformed back, would I be fat?
Alex FlinnWill, you look like hell!" I yelled through the glass door.
"I can't say how you look," he said. "But if you look like you sound, you look like a jerk. Please help me.
I only came to give you a second chance.
Alex FlinnTag: chances
I'm a better person when I'm with you. I don't want to stop being that person. I don't want you to go
Alex FlinnTag: jack-to-talia
I was a prisoner, but the prison library was excellent.
On one table in the corner, I found an e-reader with a note that said, “In case I forgot anything.”
I don’t like to think I can be bought, but if I could, this guy definitely knew the currency. Roses and books—I could survive in these rooms forever.
I can see into his soul, and it is beautiful.
Alex FlinnLeaves. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of them, brown and yellow and red and orange, in bright piles on the concrete floor. Some were so high they almost covered the rosebushes.
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