I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.

If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?