Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
happy-birthday girl mean
If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.
pain strange stranger
surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain
hurt past two
The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.
memories heart missing
the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half
breathe needed
I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.
powerful kissing together
What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.
powerful moon arms
Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.
words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same
grandma my-grandma ifs
I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.
together world
The more I learned about the world I thought I knew and all the ones I didn't, the more everything threaded together, leading everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
lost felt knows
There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.
crazy fall tree
Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?
mom book smell
It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
thinking guy kind
These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.