I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well.

You get older and you learn there is one sentence just four worlds long and if you can say it to yourself it offers more comfort than almost any other. It goes like this… Ready ” “Ready.” “At least I tried.

Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.