Kyra

“He looks at me. His face is dotted with raindrops but I think there are tears too.
'I love her. I always have. You know that.'
'And me?'
And I known he means how I feel about him and me kissing him.
'You're my friend, Gabriel.'
'Do you kiss all your friends like that?' But he asks it without the harshness of his other questions. It's a real question.
'Just you.”
― Sally Green, Half Wild

“Compose a haiku in honor of a person you admire. You are spiky spring, humming summer, wings that beat back ghosts of winter.”
― Laura Ruby, Bone Gap

“This is real, this is me,' I said.
She blinked. 'Did you just quote Camp Rock at me? That's not very pop punk."
'I've gotta go my own way.'
'Okay, firstly, that's High School Musical...”
― Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

“It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvellous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realise all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building, with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula