jenna

“Hazel wasn’t her job or her curls or her cute button-up blouses. She was the tart spark of blueberries on his tongue, she was salt air and rainy days, she was the perfect book. She was kisses and secret smiles. She was everything. He just needed her.”
― Laurie Gilmore, The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,”
― Jescie Hall, Hawke

“And who the hell are we,” he finally said, voice low and thick, “to carry something so precious?”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“I hope that whoever did that to you died a terrible, painful death,” he said at last, words hissing like steam. “And I hope that if there is an underworld, they suffer there forever.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds