Alec was holding Pumpkin close, hands on his back and his face nestling against the boys neck. He quickly pulled his face away when the smell of Allens blood hit him hard and the sound of his pulse bounced in his ears. He tightened his grip slightly, but not enough to hurt. "I'm sorry Allen. II'm really really sorry..."
The world is not a wish granting factory.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once.
It's a metaphor Hazel Grace.
- The fault on in our stars