It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

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

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.