“I think of Winter, of her smile, her eyes, her arms wrapped around me, and I know where home is. It's wherever she is, and right now she is too far away. My heart has escaped my body and is… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“It would be nice to live once again with the innocence of a child, to not have to face adult decisions and adult consequences.… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it.” — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She listens, eyes wise and kind, arms holding me, holding my pain until it dissipates. She kisses away my tears, just as I had… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Would you like to hold my sword?" He asked the question with a gleam in his eyes. Lucy burst out laughing. At least she… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She refused to be one of those girls who fell for a pretty face that just white-washed a total jack-ass underneath. She could ogle,… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“We make the choices that are right for us. Sometimes, they aren't our first choices, because those have been taken from us, or perhaps,… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“One star breaks off from the others, shooting across the sky, a bright light trailing behind it, and I finally understand why people wish… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“If you aren't feeling better soon, we’re going to the doctor’s. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and get you out… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She flipped through the pages of her apps, as if Apple made an app for "Escape from a deserted island.” — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“I think of Winter, of her smile, her eyes, her arms wrapped around me, and I know where home is. It's wherever she is,… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Paris is pregnant with layers of history, colored with the ink of artists who dared to dream of a world only they could see.” — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Time held no meaning as my mind darted in and out of memories. Past and present collided to create a full-sensory collage out of… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
