It’s hard to save the world when you can’t save yourself

Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I’m not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?

Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.

Astley comes to my side. “Are you well?” “No,” I tell him, voice hoarse. “I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don’t know…I don’t know if...

We teleported,” Issie finishes. “Like in Star Trek or Harry Potter, sort of. No! Like in Dr. Who in that episode with the Sontarans and the brilliant human boy, or really any Dr. Who ever...

She smirks.”Are you attempting to stop me, little one?””Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘little one’? What are you? Like, four feet tall?” I ask.

It’s just him and me and cookies.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first...

She is a beautiful creature, but beauty doesn’t equal good and it certainly doesn’t equal sane.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn’t magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

What we do,our choices, that’s what defines us.

Why would I want to fit in?

The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.

That’s what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you’re worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a...

Hate is a useless emotion.

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose...

That’s when I realize how much I don’t want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she’s a hero.

Zara. We all need to rescue and we all need to be rescued.

Home is where the heart is.

Is that Disney magic of pixie magic?” I kid… “It is life magic”.

It is warm within the mansions of Hel.

You know, life fractures all of us into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that makes us stronger.

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you’ll love me the way you love your wolf.

It’s a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It’s the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don’t know the name of that fear, but I know I’ve got it, the fear...