❝We shouldn't try to figure out every single thing in the world. Why does this happen, how does it happen? Why can't we just be content with being? Instead, the way our eye perceives color is explained, and how Earth was first formed, and everything. We fill ourselves with knowledge so much that something has to be emptied in order to make room for knowledge. So, our soul is poured out. Our appreciation for natural things are gone, thrown away. Our thirst for knowledge overcomes us. The world is a perplexity, let it stay like that. It's more beautiful that way.❞
We were made to live, not to observe.
Marley Aspen knows first-hand what it's like to just get by, but to live, that's far out of her reach. Well, that is until befriending the new-girl, Sierra Ryder, shows her how to.
But in unexpected twists and turns, Marley learns there is always more underneath the surface, and she gets more than she bargained for.
Cover by: @leena-j
"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked.
"No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer.
And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless.
"This isn't funny, Tyler."
"It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things."
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When you think that all is not lost in the world.
That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad.
When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel.
When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was...
It turns around and bites you in the ass.
When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be...
It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path.
Can you change what happened?
I wish.
Can you stop what's going to happen?
God! I really hope so.