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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.