Megan

“Don’t you fucking doubt that I’ll have your soul. I’m not letting you get away. I’m not letting anything” — he grasped me so hard, so tight, that I could hardly breathe, his heat rushing over me in waves — “anything take you from me. I’ll rip Heaven and Hell and this goddamn Earth apart before I let them steal you from me.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“It’s not about being a grown up, it’s about doing whatever we feel like doing, because why the hell not? Why should we put ourselves in a box, dampen our smiles, hold back the skip in our steps when our feet itch to dance? Why shouldn’t our emotions pour out of us whenever the wind changes? If I get mad, I wanna be ragingly fucking mad, and if I’m happy I want to be ragingly fucking happy, Hellfire. I don’t want to hold it all in and pretend I’m mature, because no one’s really mature. They’re all just playing the biggest game of pretend in the history of pretending.”
― Caroline Peckham, Society of Psychos

“This is why I don’t normally talk to strangers. Stranger danger is real. But it’s me. I’m the danger…to myself>.”
― Cara Bastone, Seatmate

“Here's the thing about a crush. There is a lot of different kinds. Some of them are happy to pleasantly pluck away at a harp or an acoustic guitar in the corner of your mind. Some of them tap at the mic and ask for center stage. And some of them... some of them fly-tackle you and shove snow down your pants.”
― Cara Bastone, Seatmate