Betweenthelines

The ninety-nine weeks of nudging were what had truly done the job, but the hundredth was the one around to take the credit. We almost always can point to that hundredth blow, but we don't always mark the ninety-nine other things that happen before we change.

...as the stars moved slowly overhead an the mountains told stories to themselves.

Pete fell deeply in love with it. This strange cold desert does not car if you live or die in it, but he fell for it anyways.He had not known before then that a place could feel so raw and so close to the surface. His weak heart felt the danger but could not resist. He fell so fiercely in love that the desert itself noticed.

"Small steps, Joaquin," Daniel advised. "Even a small voice s still a voice."

When you cultivate invisible seeds, you can't expect everyone to agree on the shape of your invisible crops. It is wiser to simply acknowledge that they grow well together

All the crooked saints

"What do we do when everything we've wanted falls out of reach?"  A frown crosses his face and he lifts his hands to cup my cheeks. "That's not true," he whispers. "I want you, and you are right here."

There's an ocean inside us all, and I put my hand to his chest and felt the current there, closed my eyes and held my breath and let myself get lost at sea as he whispered to me. just once, words that all together were an invocation, a reminder, a dare, a prayer, a promise: Never regret, Avery. Never regret.

"I missed you" he said, and he squeezed me gently to his chest. He kissed my eyes, my forehead, his breath stirring my hair, and every place his lips touched, I felt a spark on my skin that made me shiver.

Salt & Storm by Kendall Kulper