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.

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...

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?

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

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.