Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?