“The steep descent into Hell is always paved with good intentions.” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share Image
“She was herself right off the bat and had this kind of, “this is me, take it or leave it,” attitude, which pulled me… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“The beautiful boy from my dreams turned out to be nothing more than a trickster. An illusion I was too blind to see through.” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“It’s like you have all this light inside of you, but you can’t see it. It chases away the darkness in people and draws… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“Sometimes I felt just like those trees, rooted in mud with no escape, while my life sat in a car and passed me by.” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“The butterflies began waltzing in my belly again, this time to the sweet melody of his words. Words that were meant for me. I” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“Contrary to what they keep telling you in Cosmo Girl,” he said, shuffling forward in his chair. “We actually don’t stay on the phone… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“I could handle the truth. I would listen to its heartbreaks and I would mourn the world as I knew it because that’s the… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“Jemma,” he interceded. “This is what you were born to do. This is your Calling.” “My Calling?” I repeated incredulously. “The hell it is.”… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“I could easily fall in love with the way he was looking at me. Like I was something special; something worth fighting for. “You” — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“I used to cringe when people said I looked like him—my father, because I was a girl and girls aren’t supposed to look like… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“There was something to be said about the quietness of night. About the stillness. Everything was tranquil and unmoving as though the world had… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“It was nothing like what I’d dreamed of when I was a little girl—what I had hoped for myself growing up. But it was… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
“damn words, but my mouth refused to tell the lie. My body wanted him the way the desert wanted rain, the way a lonely… — Bianca Scardoni Copy Share
