And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

Some things are created to be together.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Why are some things easier to write than say?

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.