It’s funny, most people think that revenge is a passionate affair, driven by rage and pain. But it can’t be. Feelings such as those make you weak. They overwrite thought and cause reckless impulses that...

You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.

You think you want love, Mary. You think it is this beautiful gift that does nothing but fill you and make you whole. But you are wrong. Love can be cruel and ugly. It can...

The broken ones need someone to fight for them even harder.

But of course everything presses forward, even as we dig our feet against the reality of it all.

I realize that sometimes death comes before you expect it. That while we are rarely prepared for our friends, family and loved ones to die, we are never prepared for our own deaths. Never prepared...

[In my dream] they slide their lips over my skin, whispering whispering whispering. They tell me their names, they tell me their lives, they tell me their pain…I can’t struggle, I can’t stop laughing, I...

You’re stubborn- anyone ever tell you that before?

It’s as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.

Sometimes it’s the mistakes that turn out to be thebest parts of life,

It wouldn’t have mattered if they were scratches or not,” he says, his voice like liquid. “I was bitten during the escape from the house.” My limbs go weak, everything inside me folding in collapsing...

Who are we if not the stories we pass down? What happens when there’s no one left to tell those stories? To hear them? Who will ever know that I existed? What if we are...

She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.

There is a child – a baby – who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn’t old enough to roll...

Do you still believe that if you truly want something enough it can happen?” I ask. I think of all the times I wanted to stop the world from spinning, all the times I wanted...

the living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.

Survivors aren’t always the strongest; sometimes they’re the smartest, but more often simply the luckiest.

I imagine that’s what it must have been like to ride the roller coaster back in the before time. One moment teetering at the top, the world laid out before you and the rush of...

Knowing that this is what it means to live. That this love, this need is what drives us to push and fight and build and grow. That as long as there’s hope and love in...

Broken things can be made whole again. Perhaps not as they were before, but maybe stronger this time.

If your friend really cared about you he wouldn’t let you take such risks.

I don’t understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it’s all I’ve ever wanted.All I’ve ever known is about leaving...

It’s not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love…that’s what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the...

I will always need you,’ I whisper. ‘All of this time I’ve waited for you. And you were never coming for me. Why did you let me wait for you?’ (p. 257).

I realize that life is risks. It’s acknowledging the past but looking forward. It’s taking a chance that we willmake mistakes but believing that we all deserve to be forgiven.

We’re both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.

I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.

Life is life. You choose to live it or you do not.

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.