The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

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.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

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