It's just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it's so hard that I actually haven't left yet.

What bugs me is that you believe what you're saying. What bothers me is that you don't know how you feel. What scares me is that while you're telling me stories, you actually believe that they are real.

i do it for the joy it brings because i'm a joyful girl because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world

Privilege is a headache, that you don't know that you don't have.

I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.

Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I've forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees?

fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows