This is no shy, just-between-friends kiss. This is a kiss unlike any that I've ever had. It's the kiss of a hundred thumping kick drums, a raging earthquake.
Autumn DoughtonLook, haven't you ever heard that musicians play from the heart? Well, I can't be expected to play in California when my heart's over two thousand miles away.
Autumn DoughtonHe looks at you like you're the only person in the room. Like he's trapped underwater and you're an oxygen tank. Like he's in anaphylactic shock and you're an EpiPen.
Autumn DoughtonLife is unpredictable and it doesn't follow a map.
Autumn DoughtonTag: life
If she wanted to, she could reach into my chest and rip my heart out of my body because it already belongs to her.
Autumn DoughtonEvery moment possesses its own kind of magic.
Autumn DoughtonDo you hear that sound? It's the sound of the world ripping apart.
Autumn DoughtonIt’s hard to say how it happens. How all of the bits of me – even the broken ones – start to tumble. I think it’s my toes that go first. Next – my legs and the hallow spaces behind my ribs. And then my arms all the way down through my wrist bones to the tips of my fingers. My lips part and I realize that this is what it feels like to fall.
Autumn DoughtonTag: falling-in-love
Love isn’t an accident or something that just happens when you’re not looking. Love is a choice, not a chance.
Autumn DoughtonTag: love
You don’t get my permission to break my fucking heart.
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