My father couldn't warm my frozen hands.
Tahereh MafiTag: love hurt fathers tenderness shatter-me
I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.
Tahereh MafiTag: love eyes blue tenderness shatter-me
My voice softens. 'How old are you?'
'I'll be eleven next year.'
I grin. 'So you're ten years old?'
He crosses his arms. Frowns. 'I'll be twelve in two years.'
I think I already love this kid.
Tag: shatter-me tahereh-mafi
Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles
Tahereh MafiTag: inspirational love hate dystopia young-adult shatter-me
He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.
Tahereh MafiTag: adam juliette shatter-me
I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.
Tahereh MafiTag: dystopian shatter-me tahereh-mafi
Laughter comes from living.
Tahereh MafiTag: shatter-me
You're naked?" Kenji is suddenly studying my sheet and not bothering to be subtle about it. I flush despite my best efforts, flustered, frustrated.
"Blondie said they destroyed my clothes."
"Blondie?" Blond man is offended.
Tag: juliette kenji shatter-me winston
If it were nothing but sexual attraction I’m sure I would not suffer such unbearable humiliation. But I wanted so much more than her body.
Tahereh MafiTag: shatter-me tahereh-mafi destroy-me warner
Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now. Except. One month ago, I met the exception to this rule. There has been one person who’s ever looked me directly in the eye. The same person who’s spoken to me with no filter; someone who’s been unafraid to show anger and real, raw feeling in my presence; the only one who’s ever dared to challenge me, to raise her voice to me—
Tahereh MafiTag: shatter-me tahereh-mafi destroy-me warner
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