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Are you afraid, Tessa?
Her skin tasted expensive.
Hold my hand. Don't let go.
I said I wouldn't leave her.
The light is heart-breaking.
We make patterns, we share moments.
Do you want this to be a love story?
Moments. All gathering towards this one.
Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars
Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.
I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.
It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.
She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.
No, really. I free you.' I don't want to be free.
I don't think words reach people. Maybe nothing does
I mean it. Whatever happens, you have to believe that.
. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.
Don't pretend to care. I don't need you as an anesthetic.
Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.
It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.
Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.
Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.
I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.
Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.
And now he's down this for me. He's made me famous. He's put my name on the world.
We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.
If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.
Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.
Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.
Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.
It's a shame i can't be there myself - i like parties. Text me if you think of any good hymns!
I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.
I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.
That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.
The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.
It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.
I never plan a structure. I like surprises. I'm quite disciplined and sit at my desk every day and just write.
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.
I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.
I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.
I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.
I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!
Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.
Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.
Every few years we disappear, Zoey. All our cells are replaced by others. Not a single bit of me is the same as when I was last in this room.
I get a lot of letters, mostly from family members who have been affected by cancer rather than young people themselves. I reply to them all.