Taylor McLaughlin’s Reviews > Picture Us, Falling > Status Update

"The smell of a storm is in the wind.
I greet the idea of my fragile armor being washed away in the
rain with gratitude."

"Against the backdrop of the Romanesque architecture in that
part of the city, and in the moody light of the lamps, his eyes were
shattered glass. Sharp with secrets I dared not touch."

omigod what a beautiful sentence

"Clementine, with her talk of stardust and whimsy, has lodged
herself in the quiet places of my mind."

"Allowing someone to touch me is a privilege I don’t take lightly.
It’s a level of trust unlike any other, letting a person into your
personal space.
But what’s coursing through me at the brief feeling of his skin
meeting mine is shock.
It’s like he’s kissing my heart."

"Now I ration my words—saving them up as if
they’re too expensive to give away.
He tilts his head slightly when I speak, like he’s tuning into my
frequency."

The verbiage is so gorgeously put together