“I’m here now. Letting them out. Freeing my words Building better walls.” — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“How many thought does the brain automatically deliver in a single day?" "Seventy thousand" "That's right. Do you act on seventy thousand thoughts a… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“And suddenly, she stops moving and looks straight at me. "I'm in love with everything about you". Her words make me suck in my breath, and when I look into her eyes, I see something I haven't noticed in a while—this look of pure understanding that reminds me why I told her my secret in the first place. That sense… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share
“Da igual si estaba escrito o no; no me corresponde a mí cambiarlo solo porque puedo.” — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“I don’t stay anywhere. I visit. I observe. I leave. I don’t ever stay.” I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this information. Tell him to leave? Tell him to stay? But I don’t have time to consider any other alternatives, because he scoots in closer and brings his hands to my face, and I fall back into… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share
“And I just keep going and going, picking up pins and stabbing them into the paper until the map is covered with places I’ll… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“After you left I stared at the driveway Feeling its emptiness Wondering if you’d return. After you left I thought about your questions Wishing I hadn’t been so blunt Wondering if I scared you away. After you left I remembered how you felt in my arms. How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar. Wondering if I should have… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share
“The thoughts start gathering, butting up against the caution tape surrounding my brain, strategizing and preparing to rush in and take over.” — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“I'm completely in love with you. What if I didn't leave, after all?” — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“It's me, asking him to let me in. Asking all of them to give a chance to show them that, deep down, I'm not… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“Ms. Navarro,” Mr. Mohr said, and Allie stopped and turned to look at him. “Can I ask you one more thing?” “Sure.” “Why didn’t… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
