Why are some things easier to write than say?

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.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

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

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.

We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.