There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.