Eireen Blackthorn

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.”
“We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.”
“You asked me to give you a haircut—”
“I said nothing of the sort! I asked you to trim the edges!”
“And that’s what I did.”
“This,” Warner says, spinning around so I might inspect the damage, “is not trimming the edges, you incompetent moron—”
I gasp. The back of Warner’s head is a jagged mess of uneven hair; entire chunks have been buzzed off.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“Shit, man, if I didn’t know you were in a world of pain right now, I’d be filming this.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“But — why would she break up with you? Why was she crying?” At this, I laugh again.
“ Because I,” I say, pointing at myself, “am a monster."
Kenji looks confused. “ And how is that news to anyone?”
I smile. He’s funny, I think. Funny guy.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“This , I think , is the way to die.
I could drown in this moment and I’d never regret it. I could catch fire from this kiss and happily turn to ash. I could live here, die here, right here, against his hips, his lips. In the emotion in his eyes as he sinks into me, his heartbeats indistinguishable from mine.
This. Forever. This.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me