Olga K

“I loved you before, Ava. Let me love you still.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Words were not things you could control. Not always.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“Summer rain smelled like newly clipped grass, like mouths stained red with berry juice - blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. It smelled like late nights spent pointing constellations out from their starry guises, freshly washed laundry drying outside on the line, like barbecues and stolen kisses in a 1932 Ford Coupe”
― Leslye Walton