Category: Markus Zusak
Even death has a heart.
So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
As always, one of her books was next to her.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
My arms are killing me. I didn’t know words could be so heavy.
***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.
How do you tell if something’s alive? You check for breathing.
… And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
