#leahraeder

Part of falling in love with someone is falling in love with yourself. Realizing that you’re gorgeous, you’re fearless and unpredictable, you’re a firecracker spitting light, entrancing a hundred faces that stare up at you with starry eyes.

"When I’d kissed Armin, it was fire. Something visceral happened at the deepest cellular level of me. I’d felt it low in my belly, hard and tight, animal, unreckonable. But when I kissed Blythe it was all air. High in my chest, a rising lightness, an evanescence, all the dark, heavy things in me breaking up and scattering like dandelion seeds. Things fall apart, I thought. The center cannot hold. It was happening, finally, finally"

That's another thing about lies: if you convince yourself they're true, they become true. A lie is a discrepancy of belief, not fact.