“Then I'd say that I'm fucking sick and tired of getting in the way of myself.” — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“Happiness isn't something that you plan for. It comes knocking unexpectedly, just like opportunity. And it's up to you to answer the door and… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“He looks at you like you're the only person in the room. Like he's trapped underwater and you're an oxygen tank. Like he's in… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies.” — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“Oh. My. God. I'd been dissed. Majorly. Because I was an ugly, disgusting ogre. Snot was probably pouring from my nostrils onto the ground.” — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“What you do need to know is this: Time moves differently when you’re getting over something big. For me, it slows—limping along on creaky… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“She looks skeptical. “A bird attacked you?” “Not quite.” I give a chagrined sigh. “A bird shit in my eye.” — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“It’s the kind of music you want to listen to while you lay on the grass and get lost in the sky. It feels… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“Here's what I think: it's one thing to know that rejection is coming, and it's an entirely different thing when it arrives.” — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“In my defense, the Easter Bunny is the weakest link in magical lore. I mean, you have to admit that the whole thing is… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“It's not perfect, but nothing is perfect except for an idea of something," he goes on, "And if we aren't experiencing the world and… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“ Ending I lied. I wanted you from that moment. I wanted you, wrapped in starlight and reflections, To be tied up with strings.… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“I'm miserable but the thing is that I want to be miserable. It's kind of nice. Like a comfortable sweater that you put on… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“I’m so far gone that I almost lift her face and kiss her on the mouth. I almost admit to her that I’m losing… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
