But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.
The secret to living long is to have something to live for.
A sound waiting to be a word.
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.
this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.