I wish I could read what she’s written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.

That black, maddening firmament; that vast cosmic ocean, endlessly deep in every direction, both Heaven and Pandemonium at once; mystical Zodiac, speckled flesh of Tiamat; all that is chaos, infinite and eternal. And yet, it’s...

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself — my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong...

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as...

The sky [above Tehran] was like a star-eaten black blanket, and so far as I could read them its constellations were unfamiliar. Lawrence speaks somewhere of drawing ‘strength from the depths of the universe’; Malcolm...