“I like people, kind of. I even like boys, mostly. But I was beginning to feel like that stewardess who smiles at you when you get off the plane. Behind the smile you know she really wishes she could trip… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share Image
“Taking Mike home is a great idea," Donny said. "See you tomorrow. Thanks for your help." Gabe kissed her hand. "I'll be back in… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“And then I met this girl.” He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. “And she made all my dark corners light” — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“He walked backwards a few more steps and brought Brittany’s hand to his lips without taking his eyes off me. My hand tingled where… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Some girls will love you for your intelligence, your spirit, or your smile. Some girls will fall all over themselves if you even make… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“I just called to tell you good night. Get some sleep, Theia. Tomorrow is a big day.” “I would sleep much better if you… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Who was your first kiss?” Heat rushed into my face. I flattered myself by thinking maybe he wanted to kiss me. I wished he… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“She wiped her eye and pressed her lips together. “I sleep in your room. I’m fairly pathetic about it, really. I wear your T-shirts… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Just because you took too much for granted before, doesn't mean you can't learn from your mistakes.” — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Theia: "We're very high up here, aren't we?" Haden: "Well, you certainly are. Theia, I need you to wake up." Theia: "Did you know… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Some high school boys define themselves by their peers, some by their dreams, and some by their wallets. They are characterized by their family… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Repressing is a natural instinct, but it doesn't allow for healing. Coming out of repression can be very similar to reliving the original fear.… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
“Empty of anything that defined it as real. That was how I felt sometimes. I existed in a world made for show, not depth,… — Gwen Hayes Copy Share
