“If you think you can stand looking and not touching for eight months, you're welcome to try." "Try' being the operative word," he said, sighing. "No, I can't. And I don't want to try.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“I touched his hand, carefully. Not too intimate, but not some half-assed there-there pat, either. Would he understand? Usually the thought process for a seventeen-year-old boy went girl touching me>omg>boner.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“For a long time before I met you, I felt my life was this kind of test. I was in deep, cold water, swimming… — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul and all that jazz.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“Here’s a history of the world: Girl meets boy. Girl fucks boy. Girl gets scared and skips out on boy. Boy builds civilization to… — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“That is all life is. Breathing in, breathing out. The space between two breaths.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“Don’t come here to fuck with my head and play games. You don’t test someone’s love by leaving them.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“It wasn't about flirting with death, like Mom. It was about wanting to live all the way to the seams of life.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“But this is who you are. You’re a liar, and a thief, and a junkie. I don’t hate you, Mom. I’m disappointed in you.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“That's another thing about lies: if you convince yourself they're true, they become true. A lie is a discrepancy of belief, not fact.” — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“What is this feeling? I wondered. What is this hunger that grows worse the more I feed it? They’d come up with a name… — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
