Some things are created to be together.
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.
Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.