Let the moon do what she does, she don't need to make a fuss, she don't know she shines for us, but something tells me that she does


this child is more beautiful than any adult i’ve ever seen


He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I ’ m  a f r a i d  of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. ‘Is this scaring you, Tris?’ ‘No.’ I croak. I clear my throat. ‘Not really. I’m only…afraid of what I want.”What do you want?’ Then his face tightens. ‘Me?’. Slowly, I nod.