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

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

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.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I never went for the talkers.

love is...you get confused and you do stuff you don't mean to do-and you just-you hate yourself and sometimes you don't even want to love the person you do because it would be so much easier if you didn't.But you just-you just do.

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